

A pale, sculptural trunk rises like a quiet spine through a field of spring green, its bark rendered in thick, tactile strokes that make the tree feel simultaneously physical and emblematic. Above, the canopy becomes a rhythmic script of looping lines and clustered leaves—white, teal, and ochre—suggesting thoughts in motion as much as foliage, a mind flowering into pattern. The stark lightness of the trunk against the saturated ground creates a contemplative stillness, as if resilience is being held in reserve while life continues to proliferate at the edges. In this balance between solidity and scatter, the work reads as a tender meditation on growth: rooted certainty supporting the luminous, unsettled abundance of becoming.







