Enacted only in void or blank—the primal black and white—“Strokes of Red” fractures the human form to reveal the hidden realm beneath the flesh: the valves of feeling battered by the deceptive lure of the visible spectrum.

Like shards of spilled blood, each stroke illuminates the paradox of existence—both profoundly and disturbingly significant… and yet utterly insignificant.

By loosening its grip on literal truth, this unruly imagery strikes the onlooker more bluntly than mere representation, forcing a confrontation with the raw immediacy of mortality.