It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emination from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
Nature is my springboard. From her I get my initial impetus. I have tried to relate the visible drama of mountains, trees, and bleached fields with the fantasy of wind blowing and changing colours and forms.