Between Two Worlds, the Thread Breathes

In this work, I imagined two half-circles — one black, one red — like two worlds brushing against each other without ever fully meeting. Between them, I let a wire branch run — a nervous, vibrant line of life that cracks this too-perfect geometry. On this thread, tiny figures cling, grip, pull themselves upward, like human flowers reaching for the light. For me, they symbolise tenacity — that way we have of inhabiting our faults, of growing through them, even blossoming. I love that this thread becomes at once root, path and stem of life — fragile, stubborn, almost indestructible.