there's something beautiful about art that's made and not shown, a secret world. the nature of the secret longs to be revealed. what i love about vivian maier is, whatever her reason for hiding, and part of that was to be hidden within the world, to observe, to have that quality of mysterious traveler, odd watcher, sentient mirror. whatever her private struggle was, she left her secret world to be discovered. everyone alive can find themselves in there.