When the Covid pandemic and a following long-term concussion forced me to into years of isolation, I realised how important nature and community was for me, now that it had been taken away from me. I started collecting houseplants, it felt healing to me to take care of them, and it taught me to take better care of myself as well. I learned to listen to myself and my own body, and I found healing in the silence, I realised that most of the time my body already knew what it needed, I just had to listen to it. I soon understood that although being outside in the wild nature was amazing, I could still connect to nature from my own home. I saw that nature was all around me, and even inside of me, my breath is the air, my bones are the earth, my blood is the water, and my passion is the fire. As my indoor plant collection grew, so did the number of plants and natural elements in my art. I learned that I could use my art practice to find healing and grounding.