I See Red

I began with two fingers dipped in blood-red paint and a single line from a song echoing in my mind: I see red.
From that moment, the canvas opened itself like a doorway — and the creatures arrived without asking. Shapes of memory, instinct, and hidden biology rose through the strokes, growing out of the color as if summoned.

This painting is a fracture between body and nature, between wound and bloom.
A place where red becomes a pulse, a tremor, an awakening.
Where the subconscious gathers its own language and breathes it onto the surface.

It is a world that formed itself before I understood it —
a metamorphosis born from heat, emotion, and the honesty of not resisting what wants to emerge.

This is “I See Red.”