Have you ever tried to get back to a place you glimpsed once a long time ago? When I was growing up my family moved many times, and every new home held mysteries and secrets. I knew there was a hidden stairway that led to unknown attics somewhere, or cellars underneath that held forgotten treasures. I knew I could get there if I just kept looking.
That low door is still elusive, but when I pick up my pencil or paint brush, I know I can find it for a little while. When I paint I try to bring a little of that magic country back with me.