The Fruit Of Empathy
The Fruit Of Empathy
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I remember being in a long, exhausting argument with my partner. It got to the point where I just had to get out of the house, so I left. I went to a nice cafe and sat outside under a beautiful tree. There were tons of bulbuls eating the fruit the tree was offering.
One of the bulbuls landed very close to me. I looked into its eyes, and it felt like we weren't all that different in soul.
In that moment, I visualized my partner and me as two bulbuls helping each other pick a single fruit. It wasn’t because they couldn’t handle picking it by themselves, but because doing it together made it more joyful. I realized that despite whatever was happening between us, all I really wanted was to have my partner "picking fruit" with me. Not because I couldn’t do it myself, but because that just feels more true to my heart.
So, I started painting that...
Acrylic, marker paint and embroidery floss on canvas
25 x19.8 cm
50 OMR
I remember being in a long, exhausting argument with my partner. It got to the point where I just had to get out of the house, so I left. I went to a nice cafe and sat outside under a beautiful tree. There were tons of bulbuls eating the fruit the tree was offering.
One of the bulbuls landed very close to me. I looked into its eyes, and it felt like we weren't all that different in soul.
In that moment, I visualized my partner and me as two bulbuls helping each other pick a single fruit. It wasn’t because they couldn’t handle picking it by themselves, but because doing it together made it more joyful. I realized that despite whatever was happening between us, all I really wanted was to have my partner "picking fruit" with me. Not because I couldn’t do it myself, but because that just feels more true to my heart.
So, I started painting that...

