Red is a catalyst: passion, censorship, violence, memory, emphasis.

These works begin with images that already carry their own history—found in flea markets, forgotten on bookshelves, or passed through unknown hands before reaching mine. Sourced from photography and art books, these pages arrive with their own lives, memories, and intentions. Onto these surfaces, I place a decisive gesture in red acrylic paint, cutting across the image like a thought that cannot be taken back. The red does not decorate; it interrupts, conceals, and reveals at once.

In some pieces, calligraphy enters as a quiet second voice, tracing emotion where the image falls silent. Together, these interventions transform the page into a space of tension between preservation and alteration, between the original image and its new life. Each work becomes a negotiation between past and present, image and language, memory and expression—an attempt to discover what remains when a familiar image is interrupted and asked to speak again.

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