When I was a child, my father told me a story: that after a volcanic eruption, emeralds could emerge, running like veins through the rock. The image stayed with me—destruction birthing beauty, fire leaving behind green traces of wonder. “Hydrothermal Veins” is a remembrance of that story, painted as a vision of earth’s alchemy, where catastrophe creates something precious. It is both personal memory and natural marvel etched into canvas.