Imagine a park that is morning and night at once. Tree shadows fall in two directions; a bench holds both sun-speckles and moonlight. The ground folds like pages of time, each layer revealing a different “moment.” The piece keeps nostalgia and the future in a single frame, whispering that memories aren’t linear. Surrealism isn’t just “weird” here— it’s an intervention into how time feels. The viewer senses a life too large for one moment. The park is quiet; time is loud