The vines that crawl up the bricks of my walls are such a vibrant green and so I've gone on a search for a paint to fit them. Sometimes, when I'm looking for a new paint, I find myself in the deepest part of the forest. It's dark so in order for the colors to show up they must be so much more vibrant than the plants in other parts of the forest. It's here that I find my deepest greens and brightest blues. I remember running through the forest once and ending up in this grove, this peaceful, beautiful, relaxing grove. As I search for the plants I need, I gaze to the sky, such a brilliant blue peaking through the leaves when possible.

This forest is my world. I spend my days chasing the sunshine and running in the weeds. I read books in the shade of the oaks and I farm in the sunlight of the meadow. My paintings hang in my cabin and all over the trees of the forest, created with paints made from the berries and plants of...