Against a backdrop split into striking bands — gold, midnight, and deep marine — the koi move with deliberate grace. Their scarlet scales blaze like embers in water, each fin edged with rhythm, each curve a gesture of silent poetry.
One swims into the golden path, a river of light. Another drifts through the midnight channel, where the water seems to hum with stillness. On the far side, the current becomes a labyrinth of blue and black, its lines twisting like memory, pulling the koi into unknown depths.
“Currents of Crimson” is a voyage painted in contrasts — light and shadow, calm and motion, surface and depth. It is a meditation on movement itself, and on how even in the brightest waters, there are unseen tides guiding the way.
