A body floating in a dazzling space. The unreal blue skin contrasts violently with the sunny yellow of the background. In this almost dreamlike suspension, a red, organic shape seems to emerge from the chest. Is it a wound? A revelation? An inner birth?
The character's gaze is fixed, between stupor and serenity. As if he had just heard, for the first time, the voice of the child within him. That intimate part, buried beneath the years, which resurfaces in a silent cry, a visceral wave.
With "Hear the Child," WRD invites us to let go and listen to what, within us, is crying out to be heard. An intense and symbolic work, where color transcends form to reach raw emotion.
