- SHOCK-SAFE
- SHOCK
- UNDER MY SKIN
- GAZE
- GREY DREAM
- FRAGMENTS
- FLORAL NERVESCAPE
- THE DOOR THAT CANT CLOSE
- THE CELL LAND
- CHOLOROPHYII
- VEINS OF THE MIRROR
- PINK CORAL
- TD PRACTICE
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GREY DREAM
Mixed Media, paint,clay,resin,ink 15cm*10cm
“She was lying on the stairs, in black leather shoes. Her body covered, only a pale grey ankle left exposed.”
This is a dream that returns again and again.
Silent. Unresolved. A body lies still. Grey, muted, detached from life or clarity. The dream is not surreal—it’s disturbingly plausible. “Grey” here is not merely a color, but a condition: of ambiguity, of suspension between visibility and erasure. Grey Dream emerges from this state. Rough, broken textures crawl across the surface, forming a skin that is both protective and decaying. Ceramic wounds open like mouths or eyes—or both. The central void is a silent scream, a fracture, a question.To see this work is to enter a contradiction: it invites your gaze, but refuses to fully yield to it. It reminds us that vision is never neutral—what we choose to see is entangled with what we choose to ignore. In society, we are taught to look away from discomfort. The abused. The neglected. The inconvenient. These presences aren’t absent—they’re made invisible. They exist in the grey zone of institutional apathy, social blindness, and quiet violence.
This work confronts that. It invites viewers into a shared space of vulnerability, questioning whether we are truly prepared to see—not just with eyes, but with conscience. What remains hidden behind closed eyes or broken systems often returns in dreams.
"Grey Dream" is one of them.
And it refuses to fade.