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The fields are my home. I wake up before dawn every day to paint the sun rising behind the wheat. There's something about the way it lights up the sky that makes me feel alive. And when I'm painting, all my worries fade away and all that's left is the beauty of nature and my brushstrokes on canvas. Sometimes I'll walk through the fields for hours, getting lost in thought and just letting the wind blow through my hair. It's a feeling like no other.
I'm not much of a city girl, to be honest. There's something about all that noise and concrete that gets to me. But out here in the countryside, it feels like I can finally breathe again. My art teacher always says that I have a gift for capturing light on canvas, but I don't know if that's true or not - all I know is that when I'm painting something beautiful happens inside of me and it spills onto the page.
I've been walking these fields since I was a little girl, playing hide-and-seek in the tall wheat with my siblings and laughing until our sides hurt. And now as an adult, they still hold so much meaning for me - memories of childhood and love and loss all wrapped up together like a warm hug on a cold winter's day. When you're an artist, your senses are always on high alert - every sound, every smell, every feeling that enters your body becomes fodder for your creativity. And the wheat fields
