Namaku Chava

Chava should be five years old now, but she chose to stay in heaven and was never born. In this painting, I imagine Chava standing on white birds, playing and moving freely in the sky. When she left, I felt scared. I didn’t understand why my heart felt so heavy. I had been waiting for my little sister for a long time, and suddenly she was gone before I could meet her. Death makes me feel afraid because it means I cannot meet the people I care about. The fear is quiet, but it stays inside me. Sometimes it feels like standing in a big space where someone is Missing. I don’t want death to feel only scary. In this painting, I imagine death as a gentle journey. The birds help carry Chava, and the sky holds her softly. This is how I try to face my fear — by turning it into something calm and beautiful. This painting is about my fear of losing someone I love, and how fear can live together with love