I recently realized that nearly every piece I’ve created over the past decade centers around trees — their roots, branches, and a quiet endurance. It stopped me cold when I connected the dots: my brother was found beneath a tree. What I thought was just a recurring theme in my art turned out to be something much deeper — an unconscious dialogue with grief, and maybe, a form of healing I didn’t even know I was chasing.
Funny how the soul tells its story long before the mind catches up.