In the Ruin, We Bloom XXIII

In the quiet solitude of the ruins, a figure emerges, both of the earth and aspiring toward the heavens. The walls, overrun with moss, seem to crumble under time’s weight, yet the figure’s bright red shirt interrupts the silence with a spark of life. "Every exit is an entry somewhere else," said Tom Stoppard, and this image captures that sense of thresholds—where ruin becomes rebirth and decay transforms into growth.