Little Red Riding Hood draws upon the familiar fairy tale but asks a different question: what happens once the story has come to an end?
The wolf is gone. No one follows her any longer. The forest has grown older, quieter, and more untamed. What was once a place defined by fear and danger has become a landscape shaped by the passage of time.
Little Red Riding Hood is no longer a child. She walks alone through the forest, without her basket, without the huntsmen, and without a clear destination. Her gaze is fixed ahead, yet the purpose of her journey remains unknown. Perhaps she is searching for something she has lost. Perhaps she is simply moving forward.
The red cloak is the only element that breaks the muted landscape. It carries the memory of the story we already know while signalling the beginning of a new one. The work allows the fairy tale to continue without offering answers, inviting the viewer to imagine what lies beyond the final page.
Little Red Riding Hood The work explores how we are shaped by the stories we have lived through. When the monsters disappear, all that remains is ourselves, and the road that lies ahead.