Over the Rainbow

I want us to imagine “Over the Rainbow” as a confession in colors and shadows.

The silhouettes with undefined faces are adult-children or child-adults, wearing on their heads signs of limitation — shapes that seem to prevent them from seeing clearly, from fully being. They are trapped in a dull world, in a heavy present, where identity fades and hope seems to drain away into grey.

And yet… they are not defeated.

They stand tall, together, looking toward a “beyond” that does not yet belong to them, but in which they choose to believe. The rainbow, painted in layers, is a promise — of hope, of peace, of childhood, of something better. It doesn’t scatter the clouds, but cuts through them like a colored bridge, showing them that something more might exist.

Their shadows are long, heavy, anchoring them in reality, but their gaze is lifted toward the light. Toward that place where, maybe one day, there will be no need for anything on your head just to survive in the dark.