Some spirits never left the forest; they simply learned to speak through leaves.
 
My Lady of Trees is a portrait of harmony between the human soul and the living earth. Her features emerge softly through ancient branches, her smile both knowing and kind, a presence that feels older than words, yet deeply familiar.
 
In this piece, bark becomes skin, veins become roots, and the forest becomes a mirror of quiet divinity. It’s a meditation on connection, between memory and matter, between the seen and unseen, reminding us that perhaps the wild has always remembered our names.