Truth Pierce Through Enchanted Forest
A ginormous eye hangs in the sky, half-oracle, half-moon, and releases a blade of light that cuts through the mist as if the air itself could be confessed. Below, a scarlet tree stands leafless and unwavering, its roots gripping a ground that looks like molten stone—liquid lava slowly shifting, cooling, reforming, never quite settling. The image rises from the depths of human unconscious: that familiar sensation of being trapped inside a dream, where everything is enchanting, and nothing is certain—until truth arrives, not as an answer, but as a piercing clarity that splits the spell.
On the right, a kneeling figure lifts its hands toward the sky—an offering, a plea, a surrender. It seems to beg for redemption, yet the painting refuses a simple salvation. Do we really need to be redeemed, or only to be seen? Are dreams and truth opposites, or are they inseparable—two faces of the same presence, turning in the same light? In this enchanted forest, truth doesn’t banish the dream; it illuminates it, revealing that what we call “fog” might be the very place where tenderness begins.
穿越魔幻森林的真理
一只巨大的眼睛悬在天穹，像神谕，也像月亮。它缓缓睁开，将一束锋利又温柔的光投向迷雾深处，仿佛要让沉默的空气也学会坦白。下方那棵猩红的树没有叶子，却站得很稳，像某种倔强的证词。它的根抓住一片熔融般的地面，像岩浆，又像时间本身，缓慢流动、冷却、再重组，永远处在生成之中。
这幅画从我的潜意识里浮出，带着一种被梦困住的感觉。梦境的甜美与不确定纠缠在一起，让人沉迷，也让人窒息。直到真相出现，它并不以答案的形式降临，而是一种刺穿性的清明，轻轻划开迷幻的纱，让隐藏的轮廓开始显影。
画面右侧跪着的人形向天空伸出双手，像祈求，像献祭，也像把自己完全摊开。它似乎在寻求救赎，但我也在反问：我们真的需要被救赎吗，还是更渴望被看见、被理解？梦与真相真的站在彼此对立的一端吗，还是同一枚硬币的两面，在同一道光里缓慢翻转？在这片魔幻森林里，真相没有驱散梦，它只是照亮梦，让雾不再只是遮蔽，而成为温柔开始的地方。
Oil on Canvas
布面油画
91.4cm x 121.9cm
2026
A ginormous eye hangs in the sky, half-oracle, half-moon, and releases a blade of light that cuts through the mist as if the air itself could be confessed. Below, a scarlet tree stands leafless and unwavering, its roots gripping a ground that looks like molten stone—liquid lava slowly shifting, cooling, reforming, never quite settling. The image rises from the depths of human unconscious: that familiar sensation of being trapped inside a dream, where everything is enchanting, and nothing is certain—until truth arrives, not as an answer, but as a piercing clarity that splits the spell.
On the right, a kneeling figure lifts its hands toward the sky—an offering, a plea, a surrender. It seems to beg for redemption, yet the painting refuses a simple salvation. Do we really need to be redeemed, or only to be seen? Are dreams and truth opposites, or are they inseparable—two faces of the same presence, turning in the same light? In this enchanted forest, truth doesn’t banish the dream; it illuminates it, revealing that what we call “fog” might be the very place where tenderness begins.
穿越魔幻森林的真理
一只巨大的眼睛悬在天穹，像神谕，也像月亮。它缓缓睁开，将一束锋利又温柔的光投向迷雾深处，仿佛要让沉默的空气也学会坦白。下方那棵猩红的树没有叶子，却站得很稳，像某种倔强的证词。它的根抓住一片熔融般的地面，像岩浆，又像时间本身，缓慢流动、冷却、再重组，永远处在生成之中。
这幅画从我的潜意识里浮出，带着一种被梦困住的感觉。梦境的甜美与不确定纠缠在一起，让人沉迷，也让人窒息。直到真相出现，它并不以答案的形式降临，而是一种刺穿性的清明，轻轻划开迷幻的纱，让隐藏的轮廓开始显影。
画面右侧跪着的人形向天空伸出双手，像祈求，像献祭，也像把自己完全摊开。它似乎在寻求救赎，但我也在反问：我们真的需要被救赎吗，还是更渴望被看见、被理解？梦与真相真的站在彼此对立的一端吗，还是同一枚硬币的两面，在同一道光里缓慢翻转？在这片魔幻森林里，真相没有驱散梦，它只是照亮梦，让雾不再只是遮蔽，而成为温柔开始的地方。
Oil on Canvas
布面油画
91.4cm x 121.9cm
2026
