Last night I painted this mini mountain stream on paper. There is something I love about it. It was one of those pieces that seemed to paint itself. I think it looks exactly like the streams we see in the mountains here. I’ve memorized that nature. I love the woods, and I’m crazy about woods with water running through them—living, moving water. I find it spiritual and peaceful. I love a path, but I also love the path made by a mountain stream. They are always different because of the amount and flow of the water.