I have wondered over the marvels of nature
all my life, but today, it finally rested upon me and I feel sure it’s the origins of my
inspiration.
My parent’s garden was on a hill and I
could see for miles from the top. I could see sunbeams through the clouds as
the light traveled in straight lines through the large cumulus clouds. I spent
a lot of time alone looking up, physically and metaphorically and I always found
wonderment and fascination.
Life speeds up and gets more complicated,
but today I pondered on the poem by William Henry Davis called Leisure. I
really have the need now to surround myself with the things that influence my
own creative inclinations. I need to stand and stare as I did as a child. I may not
translate nature in my work in a literal way, but I will allow myself to be
impressed by its form, colour and line.
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