I was walking through eucalypt bushland near Sydney when I stopped in front of a single trunk and lost an easy half hour just looking. Eucalypts shed their bark in great unembarrassed sheets, and what's underneath is never one colour β it's a slow argument between cool blues, soft sage greens and warm flushes of salmon and rose, with little dark eyes where the old layer has pulled away. Working with oils, I pushed those natural tones a long way past what the eye actually sees β turning the salmon into coral, the silver into sky blue, the new bark into a clear jade β because that's how the trunk *felt* to look at, not how it photographed. I called it Joyful Chaos because that's what a eucalypt's surface is, up close: nothing organised, nothing wasted, every patch behaving like its own small painting. The Australian bush has this gift of hiding extravagant colour inside the most ordinary tree. I wanted you to be able to stand in front of this and feel that small, dizzy pleasure of looking at something so closely it dissolves into pattern.