Have you ever walked slowly through a forest in the morning mist, soaking in its almost magic feeling and not daring to make a sound in case you spoil it? I used to volunteer at a beautiful retreat centre in the Yorkshire Dales and I would go walking alone in the hills on my afternoons off, blissfully enjoying the life and presence of the trees and just loving being surrounded by forest on all sides. I would get lost time after time but would always find my way back in the end. I loved going to the Dales especially because at the time where we were there was no Internet access (or very limited) and no mobile phone signal on any network – so there was little chance of distraction or of being called back down to ‘reality’ – little connection with the rest of the world and with normal life. The forest, to me, was always a mysterious and almost secretive place, full of life and undeclared beauty that could so easily go unnoticed. On a misty day this sense of secrecy and mystery was heightened and it seemed to me the most wonderful place on earth. I dared even to breathe lest I spoil it. This painting does not even begin to capture that feeling, but perhaps it is a start – the beginning of an adventure in the forest; the start of a journey of imagination where we allow ourselves to be lost, wild and free, unrestrained by time and commitments and phones and all the other things we are tied to.
Oil on 30x40cm (approx. 12″x16″) stretched canvas (sides painted), ready to hang.