08/02/2026
Some say the rainforest is the lungs of the Earth. Others say it is its memory.
This painting is a quiet tribute to the forest’s breath, to all that lives, quietly or wildly, woven together in ways we do not always see. A celebration of life’s diversity, not as something extra, but as something essential.
Without this multitude of life, we cannot survive. And yet, even if we could, what would remain?
A parrot moves across the painting, glowing with hues of pink and yellow, suspended in flight. She has no eyes, no name. She does not ask to be understood. She simply is. Not a messenger this time, but a witness. A vivid presence that reminds us:
life matters, just because it lives.
In many cultures, the parrot has been seen as a voice-giver, one that reflects, that remembers, that repeats truths we may have forgotten. A creature of language and light. Here, she speaks through colour alone, carrying no message but presence itself.
Behind her, ink threads stretch across the background like quiet roots or veins. For me, these are the threads of life, invisible, yet always there. And the splashes of colour that rise around her are like ripples in water. We swim through this world, and the world responds. Even our smallest movement leaves a mark. We shape the world by existing in it.
This painting does not call for change or action. It only invites one small remembering:
That being is enough.
That every breath belongs.
That all life, seen and unseen, is part of the same great thread.
*Text written with the assistance of AI due to brain fog.*
107 x 79 cm
“The Value of Being”
2025
Acrylic and ink on printmaking paper (Hahnemühle)
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