A reflection on the green gifts that nourished me between paintings, from vegetables shared by neighbours to harvests from home. These simple offerings of food, kindness, and community became reminders of quiet abundance, creativity, and life's enduring generosity.

My creativity was shaped not by self‑help trends, but by indigenous rituals, metaphysics, and Dante’s layered imagination. Beauty, symbolism, and lived experience formed my strange world — a world that refuses to be boxed in.