This mysterious thing is basically a "getting back to nature" a "coming home" and a sort of resting place. I am finding that I am observing little things in great detail again. This has come about as a direct result of my figurative painting.
I am scrutinizing nature and all it's beauty, including the variation in colours, the textures and the sizes of things. Things I skipped over before.
I often find myself wondering when gazing at the sky or a tree, how can I paint that?
It is actually a beautiful feeling and makes me feel like I am a part of the world, once again.