This tree painting feels like a love letter to your family roots. The wide, bright crown suggests life and growth, while the strong trunk and deep, spreading roots feel like generational strength and connection. It holds a tender energy, as if it was painted in conversation with your mum—honouring where you come from and the family that still grows from that shared ground.

When my mum was still here, we used to talk about our family as if it were a tree.
She would say the roots were our grandparents, stubborn and tangled, holding us steady even when life’s wind was strong. The trunk was her – solid, straight, taking the weight of storms without breaking. And the leaves were all of us children and grandchildren, noisy and colourful, always growing in different directions but fed by the same sap.
This painting was born from those conversations. I painted it with her voice in my ear, remembering the way she believed that love doesn’t end, it just moves deeper into the roots. That is why the roots in this tree are so long and alive, stretching far beyond the frame – they carry her strength, her stories, her care. The crown is bright and full because she wanted our future to be larger and lighter than what came before.
For me, this tree is not just a landscape. It is my mother still standing quietly in the centre of our family, invisible but present, holding us together from the ground up.