In turning inward, I found home
These pieces started in the early days of lockdown as a way to soothe myself, to find some mental refuge. I sought my happy place, which has always been rolling hills, lush deciduous trees rustling in the breeze, a touch of warm sunshine, and big open skies.
I pulled heavily from childhood memories in the Chilterns and Lake District in England, apricot orchards in Naples, rural pastures of northeastern Ohio, tree-lined fields in Pennsylvania, and so many places in between. Without a doubt, my love and studies of Romantic Literature have an influence, with many of the same ideals hold dear in works by Wordsworth, Burns, and Blake featuring into the sense of restless search for freedom and the idealization of the land.
I consider The Hills of Home to be my refuge among green braes and lively trees. I happily lose myself in each piece, with its sweeping landscape under painterly clouds moving overhead.
