There are trees that aren't seen: they are heard. This jungle breathes in layers, like an open secret that can only be accessed with a careful gaze. Everything is there, beating: a wing that blends into a leaf, a branch that holds a silhouette, a curious eye that spies among the greenery.
The colors don't name, but they reveal: flashes of red, yellow feathers, shadows that cross like fleeting presences. Every corner holds a character, a story that can be intuited but never fully revealed.
This work doesn't scream: it whispers. It invites us to sharpen our senses, to become children before the mystery of a world that doesn't happen all at once. As if the heart of the forest were waiting to be found.
Original Work "Hidden Heartbeat" (39 x 39 in)
Oil and acrylic on canvas
Note: The photograph may not reflect all the texture and strokes present in the work.