“Cecilia was the first to go,” says the narrator as we stare at Cecilia’s serene face, her daydreaming blue eyes staring at a place way beyond other people’s reach.
In a way this shot reminds me of Robert C. Wiles’ photo of Evelyn McHale’s demise, which is dubbed by the media as “The Most Beautiful Suicide.” Cecilia and Evelyn’s calmness amidst a violent situation is fascinating and harrowing at the same time.
The name “Cecilia” means “blind,” which is kinda ironic since Cecilia the character sees beyond the ordinary. She was able to see things her sisters or other people don’t see. “The trees like lungs filling with air.“
Cecilia is my favorite Lisbon sister. I feel like I could hang out with her and share some comfortable silence, you know, that moment when you don’t feel awkward thinking of what to say to each other.
†I am merely reacting to the scene’s aesthetic aspect, not suicide. Suicide is never beautiful. It is often a product of depression, which is not a beautiful feeling.