My sister who died was the artist in our family, along with Dad who painted for more than fifty years. His detail and sight were phenomenal. He didn’t have a degree in art, but he knew many things that he taught me.
Water, trees, and mountains are my favorite, subjects, along with flowers, and rocks. I love huge rocks and I used to climb them when I was young. I climbed trees, and getting up in the tree was a hard thing to accomplish. I used a chair, or a ladder to reach the first branch. Then I could kick the chair and have someone take it away. This is why I paint trees!
Jumping down out of the tree was a step in bravery. I have flatter than a flitter flat feet. They are rolling arches flat. You can imagine landing on these feet. It might hurt.