Something continues to grow within a wound. Not everything that grows leads to healing; sometimes, it takes root, slowly transforming what remains of us.
Through tangled organic forms, an exposed heart, and small creatures crawling amid the decay, I explore the relationship between suffering, growth, and the fragility of human identity. To me, a wound is not merely a trace of something that has happened, but a space where something unfamiliar can grow, take hold, and eventually become part of who we are.
A garden born from decay, where beauty and deterioration coexist without a clear boundary.