FUNN [2021]

A lone tree stretches toward the sky, its branches delicately holding figures mid-climb—children, or perhaps memories? Around them, clownfish float weightlessly, as if the air had become water, or the laws of nature had quietly inverted themselves. One fish drifts near a cut-out of what seems to be a floating island—mirror? dream? portal?

Are the figures escaping or ascending? Is the tree rooted in reality or sprouting from a subconscious tidepool? Why fish, and why here? This piece asks without answering, presenting contradictions that feel strangely coherent, yet remain unresolved.

The scene resists narrative certainty. There is no clear symbolism, no fixed story. It teeters between surreal playfulness and something more haunting—how much of what we see is memory? Fantasy? A feeling not yet understood?