( Gianh )

Gianh River. My mother’s hometown river. A place I always carry in my heart, especially after my grandmother passed away. That time was full of thoughts I couldn’t name, and a quiet regret I still carry, for all the days I flew too far, like a swallow, only to return when little time was left with her. This painting was born from that feeling. A memory of my grandmother, my mother, and the land that shaped them. I painted it with the river, the sal tree flowers, and the silent swallows overhead. It is a farewell. A prayer. A return.

I painted this for my mother, a daughter who remembers her own mother through quiet tenderness.
And for my grandmother, who lived like a river. She moved through others’ lives with love that never asked to be seen or returned.
Everything in this painting is how I keep them close - through color, through water, through things I cannot say.

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