Depending on how the eye enters the work, the red line tells two different stories. From the left, the path begins strong and certain — steady, almost inevitable — before faltering into fragility, interruption, and doubt. It is the feeling of stumbling through a turning point, when footing is no longer secure and direction is less clear. Much of life’s turbulence echoes this, as once-solid ground gives way beneath us.

From the right, the path opens hesitantly, tentative against shifting ground. There is retracing of steps, a pause in uncertainty, and then the choice to continue in the absence of