I came across a Rafflesia in full bloom on the rainforest floor in Sarawak — and there is no good way to describe what that feels like. The flower is enormous, almost otherworldly, deep blood-red petals freckled with cream, a strange pale crown at its heart, and it sits there on a bed of fallen leaves as if it has always been waiting for you. Working with oils, I leaned hard into that red against the warm mauves and dusty pinks of the leaf litter, with little gemstone flashes of blue and turquoise scattered through the undergrowth.
The Rafflesia is rare, brief, and entirely indifferent to human attention — it blooms for a few days and is gone — and I wanted the painting to carry that mix of awe and tenderness. Borneo's rainforest is full of these quiet, astonishing things, and to come face to face with one is to feel like a guest in a much older, much wiser room.