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Painting
LET SUNLIGHT SHINE IN
LE DAI LUONG | VIETNAM
LE DAI LUONG | VIETNAM
Responding to the theme of the competition, I reflected on how fragile human values can be in the contemporary world.
After leaving my home, I found myself confined within the labyrinth of a metropolis. Endless concrete walls and the piled stacks of apartment blocks rose around me. Gradually, they merge into an oppressive barrier. Only a thin hesitant strip of light breaks through this concrete, falling onto cracked asphalt and barely revealing the silhouettes of passersby in the darkness.
The sky above the city is painted in an uneasy, fiery red. It feels as if it is pressing down on my shoulders, evoking anxious feeling. This architecture suffocates. But on the painting, it is not an expression of anger toward urban life, but rather a reflection of my personal experience.
Leaving my home and entering a space of endless concrete, I felt acutely how easily values once considered eternal and steady can collapse, and how important it is to preserve within oneself the memory of roots, an inner support, and respect for spiritual values passed down through generations that unite people.
And yet, a thin strip of light remains on the canvas. It becomes a symbol of hope and a reminder that even under pressure and loneliness, a person can preserve warmth, humanity, and a connection to what is essential in the shared culture of humankind. That particular allows us to endure, even when the walls around us collapse.
The sky above the city is painted in an uneasy, fiery red. It feels as if it is pressing down on my shoulders, evoking anxious feeling. This architecture suffocates. But on the painting, it is not an expression of anger toward urban life, but rather a reflection of my personal experience.
Leaving my home and entering a space of endless concrete, I felt acutely how easily values once considered eternal and steady can collapse, and how important it is to preserve within oneself the memory of roots, an inner support, and respect for spiritual values passed down through generations that unite people.
And yet, a thin strip of light remains on the canvas. It becomes a symbol of hope and a reminder that even under pressure and loneliness, a person can preserve warmth, humanity, and a connection to what is essential in the shared culture of humankind. That particular allows us to endure, even when the walls around us collapse.
After leaving my home, I found myself confined within the labyrinth of a metropolis. Endless concrete walls and the piled stacks of apartment blocks rose around me. Gradually, they merge into an oppressive barrier.
Only a thin hesitant strip of light breaks through this concrete, falling onto cracked asphalt and barely revealing the silhouettes of passersby in the darkness.
The sky above the city is painted in an uneasy, fiery red. It feels as if it is pressing down on my shoulders, evoking anxious feeling. This architecture suffocates. But on the painting, it is not an expression of anger toward urban life, but rather a reflection of my personal experience.
Responding to the theme of the competition, I reflected on how fragile human values can be in the contemporary world. Leaving my home and entering a space of endless concrete, I felt acutely how easily values once considered eternal and steady can collapse, and how important it is to preserve within oneself the memory of roots, an inner support, and respect for spiritual values passed down through generations that unite people.
And yet, a thin strip of light remains on the canvas. It becomes a symbol of hope and a reminder that even under pressure and loneliness, a person can preserve warmth, humanity, and a connection to what is essential in the shared culture of humankind. That particular allows us to endure, even when the walls around us collapse.
The sky above the city is painted in an uneasy, fiery red. It feels as if it is pressing down on my shoulders, evoking anxious feeling. This architecture suffocates. But on the painting, it is not an expression of anger toward urban life, but rather a reflection of my personal experience.
Responding to the theme of the competition, I reflected on how fragile human values can be in the contemporary world. Leaving my home and entering a space of endless concrete, I felt acutely how easily values once considered eternal and steady can collapse, and how important it is to preserve within oneself the memory of roots, an inner support, and respect for spiritual values passed down through generations that unite people.
And yet, a thin strip of light remains on the canvas. It becomes a symbol of hope and a reminder that even under pressure and loneliness, a person can preserve warmth, humanity, and a connection to what is essential in the shared culture of humankind. That particular allows us to endure, even when the walls around us collapse.