The first drawing memory I have is of the mountains of Honduras I did in color pencil when I was about 5 or 6. I vividly remember the array of greens and yellows that decorated my paper. I loved the land beneath my feet, sprouting out of the ground like magic beans and I still feel most at home outside within the trees.
A new painting I recently completed. I did experiential-research for this, so I exposed myself to the type of environment I was trying to illustrate and spent a lot of time sitting and walking through nature and staring at trees. Some of my inspiration is below.