This piece took a long time to come together. It started out so differently and to a point where I ended up with such dissatisfaction, that I painted over it and flipped the canvas upright into ‘portrait format’. It didn’t go anywhere for a long time, months actually and then I realised I needed some more time.. ! In my wierd way of explaining many things, it was like I need something to lift me from my ground of too much thinking.. It was a struggle to make it work. So I just left it and went on to paint other pieces such as Foot Bridge, Here One Day, Haze and others I have started there after.. I ran out of canvas so I had to wait to get some money together for new canvas.. I was forced then to go back to the, ‘it’s not speaking to me or even listening to me!’, painting. I know many other artists, painters, sculptors, writers and musicians can relate to me here.. So I just left it and spent more time back out in the open landscape and surround myself in the hills and mountains and a fear that reflected inner depths. I went back to this piece and worked on it for weeks and finally out of nowhere it just started making sense..of me or perhaps, I of it. Who knows?