Three pīwakawaka move through a world of deep blues and teals, dissolving midnight flowers, and gold that breaks through like light through cloud. One is perched, still, present, watching. One is in full flight, wings open, committed, free. One is smaller in the distance, still finding its way. Three moments of the same journey. Three versions of you, perhaps, at different points in your own becoming.
The overall feeling of this piece is movement, joy, and love. Not the quiet, careful kind. The alive kind. The kind that moves through your body when you finally stop holding yourself back and let yourself be exactly where you are.
Look closely and you will find them. Written directly onto the canvas, living right there alongside the birds and the gold. Five words: love, joy, peace, faith, trust. Small enough to discover. Visible enough to be a declaration. They are not hidden. They are offered.
The words were placed with intention, written onto the painting as it lived and breathed, becoming part of the world the birds inhabit. Which means when you live with this painting, you are not just living with beauty. You are living with a field of energy that was deliberately, lovingly built.
This is the coming home painting. Not arriving somewhere new. Remembering somewhere you always were. The pīwakawaka knows this. It does not question whether it belongs in the sky. It simply opens its wings.
The words are in there. The intention is in there. The permission is in there.
All of it, waiting for the right wall. The right room. The right soul who will stand in front of it one day and feel, without being able to fully explain why, that something in them has just relaxed.
That is what this painting is for. That is what it has always been for.
Mixed Media on canvas, 36x48” or 91 × 122 cm
