Nostalgic reference in a crazy world

Life is pretty intense, busy, immersive, tiring but enjoyable. I remind myself why and where all this creativity I have has stemmed from. Why I pursue this need  to express myself through the visual arts. It is because it is all that I am. I am a creative I will be nothing else and wish to be nothing else. Through the writing of my dissertation has cemented the way I practice as an artist is a direct response to childhood experiences playing within the rural landscape. A far away time so far removed from this fast paced 21st century craziness. I remind myself today of that treasured time to keep me focused and energized.
'When we are not roaming the hills in our childhood, we were walking and playing in the meadows. An open ongoing meadow was my field of dreams as a child. In that expanse of land and magical growing things I felt sublimely blissful, able to sit for hours, to lie back and soak in the sky, to feel the coolness of earth on my back and the heat of the sun covering the front of me. This was heaven- this world of weeds, wildflowers, wild berries and asparagus.'
​Hicks, Bella, 'Belonging a Culture of Place'  pg. 203, 2009