Obsession, and the unreachable nature of 'nature'

For every work that nears completion I tell myself that I'm just a few "painterly brushstrokes" away from the forest, from the scent of spring flowers. That I, even if nature is but a construct, am so close to that space now, soon away from the maddening crowds. I tell myself that my longing to be resting in the sun, to be surrounded by nature needs only that I lay the final touches upon the work that I'm all too obsessed with, that respite is just around the corner now. Rare piece - unknown series 2021