Redy Rahadian turns the heart into a place where love and pain occupy the same space. Forged in steel, the heart carries the permanence of something built to endure, while red roses bloom across its dark surface. Beauty does not appear untouched here. It grows from within the marks we carry.

Anarrow passes through the centre, holding a solitary red figure insuspension. The figure seems caught between surrender and resistance, held bythe very thing that has pierced the heart. It gives physical form to thatdifficult intimacy of loving deeply, when tenderness becomes inseparable fromvulnerability.

Thewound in this work is not something to be hidden or healed away. It becomespart of the heart’s language. Roses remain in bloom, the figure continues tohold on, and the heart itself remains whole. The Tender Wound speaks of love assomething beautiful precisely because it leaves us changed.