Three kereru. One perched and present, one standing its ground, one lifting free above them both. And woven into the layers of this piece, almost hidden, almost whispered: adored. loved. complete. grounded.
This is a painting about what it feels like to be truly held by life. Not the loud version of belonging. The quiet, warm, cosy kind. Where you don't have to explain yourself or earn your place. You're just known. Completely. And loved because of it, not in spite of it.
The colours shift with the light, iridescent and alive, because that's what real connection does. It looks different every time you come back to it. And every time it feels like home.
That's a whole world right there. And you're in it too.
