Nature's power

There's something almost primal about this one. No plan, no agenda — just a red heart exploding against a field of wild, swirling green. The brushwork behind it isn't background; it's energy. It moves like wind through tall grass, like something alive and untamed pushing the heart forward. I let the canvas breathe and this is what came out. Pure. Loud. Unapologetic. Nature doesn't ask for permission, and neither does love.