Exploring the forests and trees, trying to find the perfect place to paint, has reminded me of something my Grandfather once said "Art taught me that one’s vision can be achieved with a sheer force of will.". Honestly, he's right. Even if I can't quite get the right location, I'll brute force it into starting and it will become nothing less than a work.
To think I was the least artistic of the family but without the political bullshit and infighting, what else am I to do?