There was a story where the elephants and other animals destroyed the village and a poem, entitled Letting in the Jungle.
Out in my garden - also a bit of a jungle until I have it tamed - there is an ornament of a Lady's face. She was lying on her back on the patio until the wall where she was to be placed was re-rendered. ( The joy of a project of a house)
Up through the patio and over my Lady ornament this green weed began to grow and flourish. It reminded me of Letting in the Jungle - and how frail we are compared to Nature, who could claim us back at any time.
So I drew the Lady ornament and the weed . Then I made this small painting. It has given me an idea for a much larger work, which I will undertake when I have a few days free. In the meantime..
Letting in The Jungle