A story like the wind

Stories move through us like wind through acacia branches—invisible yet undeniably present, shaping everything they touch. The human psyche is not a static terrain but a living ecosystem where narratives rise and fall like weather systems. We are born into stories—they form the horizon of our earliest understanding. Family mythologies, cultural legends, cautionary tales: these are the first winds that shape the branches of our becoming. The trees in this painting do not resist the atmosphere that surrounds them; they have grown in conversation with it, their very form is a testament to this dialogue. The stories we tell ourselves are rarely simple; they contain the entire spectrum of experience, from the darkened earth to the radiant sky. As this painting holds both darkness and light in necessary tension, so too do our most powerful stories carry this duality. The bushmen understood what modern psychology now confirms—that narrative is not merely decorative but foundational to human