I saw her a few years ago, in a moment of great pain after losing my father. She appeared to me so clearly then, and over time, I somehow forgot about her. And this year, I lost my mum, and in that grief, I felt a love I had never known before. A love that felt like it reached beyond the grave. A true, spiritual love. A love that held me in a way I couldn’t put into words. And suddenly, this painting made sense. It became clear to me that love is all there is. But then I asked myself: how do I portray love? True, spiritual love? How do I take something eternal and place it on a canvas? I have tried here.

I hope she brings you a moment of stillness, and a reminder that love never disappears.