Red is a colour charged with strong emotions. Red is like blood. Even in China, family ties are often compared to blood ties. Blood is inseparable. But often under the shell of blood are hidden contradictions, wounds and conflicts. And this pain is forcibly forgotten in the name of love.
In adolescence, these conflicts are even more intense. In fact, at this age many teenagers are more sensitive. To convey their emotional world in my work, I decided to sew a piece of cloth, using the colour red in a symbolic way, to convey the pain of teenagers to the audience. The pain I am referring to is often caused by the invasion of privacy that teenagers experience at home. In fact, they are often so over-controlled that they cannot even close the door. This invasion of their intimacy creates a wound in them that is impossible to heal.
The title of this work comes from a personal story of mine: when I was a teenager, one day I locked myself in my room and my mother tried to open the door by force, to the point of breaking it and making a hole in it. Since then, it occurred to me that the hole in the door was like a wound that had been created inside me.
