I painted Prayers at the Tree of Life in honor of Holocaust survivor and artist Irene Lieblich, and in reverence to the countless prayers whispered beneath the Tree of Life. I imagine that, over the course of our lives, each prayer takes root, growing into a luminous Tree of Life, its branches carrying the longings, hopes, and sorrows of generations.
Each of us, I believe, has our own Tree of Life—a sacred, living presence that hears our silent prayers, cradles them in its branches, and weaves them into the eternal rhythm of existence. In this tree, time, memory, and spirit converge, and the unseen whispers of the heart are held forever. |
