The concept of the Phoenix is one that’s all too familiar, apply it to anything and it can be seen as a universal process, the law of the living; from death comes life, from the end there is a beginning.

Take a piece of fruit for example, it’s fallen from its host tree and been left to rot and decay, composting itself back in to the soil as nutrients for the seeds it contained. How about the death of a relationship, a friend, a family member, a lover, a teacher, yourself, the end of that relationship opens up space for new relationships to grow which couldn’t have existed in previous situations, weather they’re good or bad it doesn’t matter, the process continues.

To me, the Phoenix is the epitome of this process, so I let my paint brush create one from the trees that were forced to become my tools. May it forever be captured in the moment of birth, flying to its imminent conclusion.

** Recycling stuff

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