The Land Whispers Your Name While You Sleep

120 x 80 cm
Original painting
oil, charcoal, carving on wood
 
There is a secret love language between the sunlight and the ground, as the warmth reaches the cold, dark earth, it explodes with life. Complicated symbiotic relationships are unfolding and growing all around us. If you are very quiet, you can hear them whispering to one another amidst the rustling of leaves. 
 
When I was a girl, the land used to call my name, reminding me that I too am a part of the natural cycle.