An escape from reality, in an imagined vision of the afterlife.
Beyond Red, lies Blue.
The forest is not merely a cluster of plants, but a world unto itself — where life intertwines, overlaps, and layers upon itself like an endless canopy of green domes. In this place, green is not just a color, but a breath, a movement, a whisper of mysteries.
I once stood in such a forest, feeling overwhelmed by the grandeur of nature, where everything grows and pulses within its own order — a realm where humans can only stand by and quietly observe.
Amid that lush, engulfing green, Red appeared — a lone red dot, adrift yet steadfast. It did not merely pass through the forest, but merged into its rhythm, becoming part of its breath.
The solitary gaps between thick foliage felt like “sky wells” — rare windows through which humans could peer into the forest and witness the secret world within.
What happens in there? Who is watching whom — am I looking into the forest, or is the forest looking back at me?
This trio of works does not tell a linear story, but suggests a journey.
Red does not just wander through the forest, but also journeys through the viewer’s perception — guiding them into a wordless world, where color, light, and shadow speak for themselves.
