This piece is my quiet ode to the beauty that lives in simplicity. I wasn’t trying to capture perfection just the feeling of being present with what’s real and near: the curve of a branch, the weight of fruit, the way color settles into harmony when you stop trying to control it.
I painted this with intuition rather than precision, letting instinct guide the brush instead of intellect. The forms are pared down, softened, and imperfect. To me they felt truer that way, more alive. I wanted to see how far I could strip things back and still hold on to joy, rhythm, and balance.
The colors came naturally and quickly warm ochres, gentle greens, and soft reds tones that seem to belong together the way leaves belong to their tree. To me, this painting isn’t about mastery or exactness; it’s about trust. Trusting that beauty reveals itself when you move from the heart instead of the head.
It’s a reminder, really, that the simplest things even light, fruit, color, breath are enough.
