This painting emerged from an act of erasure — a moment of surrender. After a long battle with a work that refused to reveal its truth, I covered it entirely in black. That darkness was not an ending, but a threshold.
From within it, a new vision began to rise — quiet, deliberate, and sacred. Forms took shape like souls reborn, slender and luminous, standing as both trees and beings — witnesses of survival, guardians of silence, carriers of light. Each figure holds a glow, a memory, a breath — together they form a forest of the enlightened, a grove that remembers what was lost yet chooses to shine.
“The Forest of the Enlightened” is not about triumph or defeat, but about the moment after — when the ashes settle, and what remains decides to stand, to glow, to be.