In the heart of the Malaysian rainforest, I was searching for a captivating scene for my next painting. The mysterious whispers of the forest were a promise of natural beauty hidden deep within, and I followed what I heard . The whispers, turned into a roaring waterfall, drawing me in. I arrived at a sight that was truly beautiful. In front of me was a waterfall and a river adorned with large rocks, in a lush mass of fur, intertwined with delicate branches of ferns that seemed to sway to the rhythmic sound of the forest. And they performed a continuous, uninterrupted symphony. The flow water was very transparent and was more of a vehicle through which the spirit of the forest was revealed. The sparkling waves created by the gushing waterfalls danced in the soft sunlight and shone with prismatic rays. The guardians of time, the ancient trees, stood like sentinels around this shrine, their presence imprinted on me with the permanence of the constant recitation they observed, in the daily cycle of light and shadow, sound and elements – this was another grandeur of eternity. . . Nature, not only on the canvas, but in the crevices of my mind. Every stroke of the brush was an act of memory, taking me back to a moment when the forest played its secret symphony for me. Now, whenever I look at my painting, my soul and spirit return to the embrace of that distant forest where time stands still and plays an endless melody.