穿越之门 “The Portal”
Description:
61*76.5cm
在这座灰色钢铁之城，地铁门即将闭合，金属轨道带来的轰鸣声震动空气。一位身着红色外套的女孩站在门前，轻轻扶着扶手，凝视着车窗。可透过窗户，她看到的不是车厢的另一侧，而是一片繁盛的花园——艳丽的山茶、盛放的百合、奇异的藤蔓交织成画，让整个空间仿佛连接着另一个世界。
这是一种错觉，还是一扇真正的“穿越之门”？城市的冷漠在她的视线中被冲破，现实与幻想交错，地铁不再只是通勤的工具，而成了一道界限——一边是日复一日的生活轨迹，另一边，是隐匿在心灵深处的诗意世界。
她会踏入吗？还是地铁门即将关闭，把这道通往想象的窗户合上，让她重新回到冰冷的现实？
“The Portal”
In this gray metropolis of steel and concrete, the subway doors are about to close. The metallic hum of the tracks vibrates through the air. A girl in a red coat stands before the doors, her hand resting lightly on the handle, eyes fixed on the window. But through the glass, she does not see the opposite side of the train—she sees a flourishing garden.
Camellias in full bloom, lilies stretching wide, twisting vines interwoven in a mesmerizing tapestry. The dull subway car is suddenly transformed into a gateway to another world.
Is this an illusion, or has she stumbled upon a true portal? The city’s monotony is momentarily shattered, reality and imagination intertwined. The subway is no longer just a means of transit—it is a boundary. On one side, the routine of daily life; on the other, a hidden world of poetry and dreams.
Will she step through? Or will the doors close, sealing off this fleeting glimpse of wonder, returning her to the cold, familiar rhythm of reality?
Description:
61*76.5cm
在这座灰色钢铁之城，地铁门即将闭合，金属轨道带来的轰鸣声震动空气。一位身着红色外套的女孩站在门前，轻轻扶着扶手，凝视着车窗。可透过窗户，她看到的不是车厢的另一侧，而是一片繁盛的花园——艳丽的山茶、盛放的百合、奇异的藤蔓交织成画，让整个空间仿佛连接着另一个世界。
这是一种错觉，还是一扇真正的“穿越之门”？城市的冷漠在她的视线中被冲破，现实与幻想交错，地铁不再只是通勤的工具，而成了一道界限——一边是日复一日的生活轨迹，另一边，是隐匿在心灵深处的诗意世界。
她会踏入吗？还是地铁门即将关闭，把这道通往想象的窗户合上，让她重新回到冰冷的现实？
“The Portal”
In this gray metropolis of steel and concrete, the subway doors are about to close. The metallic hum of the tracks vibrates through the air. A girl in a red coat stands before the doors, her hand resting lightly on the handle, eyes fixed on the window. But through the glass, she does not see the opposite side of the train—she sees a flourishing garden.
Camellias in full bloom, lilies stretching wide, twisting vines interwoven in a mesmerizing tapestry. The dull subway car is suddenly transformed into a gateway to another world.
Is this an illusion, or has she stumbled upon a true portal? The city’s monotony is momentarily shattered, reality and imagination intertwined. The subway is no longer just a means of transit—it is a boundary. On one side, the routine of daily life; on the other, a hidden world of poetry and dreams.
Will she step through? Or will the doors close, sealing off this fleeting glimpse of wonder, returning her to the cold, familiar rhythm of reality?
Description:
61*76.5cm
在这座灰色钢铁之城，地铁门即将闭合，金属轨道带来的轰鸣声震动空气。一位身着红色外套的女孩站在门前，轻轻扶着扶手，凝视着车窗。可透过窗户，她看到的不是车厢的另一侧，而是一片繁盛的花园——艳丽的山茶、盛放的百合、奇异的藤蔓交织成画，让整个空间仿佛连接着另一个世界。
这是一种错觉，还是一扇真正的“穿越之门”？城市的冷漠在她的视线中被冲破，现实与幻想交错，地铁不再只是通勤的工具，而成了一道界限——一边是日复一日的生活轨迹，另一边，是隐匿在心灵深处的诗意世界。
她会踏入吗？还是地铁门即将关闭，把这道通往想象的窗户合上，让她重新回到冰冷的现实？
“The Portal”
In this gray metropolis of steel and concrete, the subway doors are about to close. The metallic hum of the tracks vibrates through the air. A girl in a red coat stands before the doors, her hand resting lightly on the handle, eyes fixed on the window. But through the glass, she does not see the opposite side of the train—she sees a flourishing garden.
Camellias in full bloom, lilies stretching wide, twisting vines interwoven in a mesmerizing tapestry. The dull subway car is suddenly transformed into a gateway to another world.
Is this an illusion, or has she stumbled upon a true portal? The city’s monotony is momentarily shattered, reality and imagination intertwined. The subway is no longer just a means of transit—it is a boundary. On one side, the routine of daily life; on the other, a hidden world of poetry and dreams.
Will she step through? Or will the doors close, sealing off this fleeting glimpse of wonder, returning her to the cold, familiar rhythm of reality?