Home, my true home was for me always associated with a place where nature is wild and free. A place with not too many rules and no restrictions. A place where I can feel free, a place prestine and pure, whithout any pollution. For years I have been looking for such places. They are more and more difficult to find.
Yesterday I met two persons who both grew up in countries with a lot of wild nature and with quite some emotion they made clear to me that just nature was utterly boring for them and they so much prefer places with a lot of people and interactions, they love to be surrounded by an environment where everything has the imprint of human hands and human thinking.
For me that feels to small, too restricted.
The contrast was interesting. Clearly my search for harmony with nature and romantic dream of living in nature is influenced by the fact that it did not exist in the area where I grew up. May be people always just want something different and something unkown hoping to answer a fundamental human discomfort. What is unkown is supposed to solve everything.
It keeps us moving that is sure.
And makes our choices and preferences utterly different.
In my imagination I try to keep that feeling of lighthearted joy alive. The ease to move with flexability and to live with entusiasm in regular states of extasy. That is the feeling the right environment would support and regenerate. I can associate it with different colour combinations and spheres. Lately I have been trying to paint them. It wasn't easy to really capture that.