Emerge, Oil on linen, 44 x 33”
Our mother tree reaches behind herself, a landscape of deep wrinkles upon soft skin, unhurriedly shifting till her palms connect, fingers active in reverse prayer. She remembers his wild cackle, her many babies’ births, their adventures of misunderstanding, growth, and transference. At 95 years old, she glows bright despite the hauntings and lets out a mischievous giggle when we ask her for the latest gossip. She nurtures my broken Hindi and effortlessly erases anxieties with a timeless current of radical love.
Early morning, her love would join in universal vibration: aum. Curious little belly-button would sometimes take a peek. Sometimes, he’d invite her to sit with him, and she knew what she felt. I continue to play hide and seek with that elusive harmony to share, family-style with all – human and more-than – dancing through time, conducting space, freeing descendants from the weight of prolonged apathy, propagating compassion, and breathing reciprocity. Just being.
Mother Tree, Oil on linen, 44 x 33”
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