This painting is a picnic site as seen by the child in me. I let him out to play from time to time. It is an early childhood memory. My mother was a widow and she and her boyfriend took us up to this really neat mountain for a picnic. There were tall trees, lots of growth, a large stream with little ones off to the side, some kind of flowers here and there. We never went back and I don’t know why. Later I remember lying on the floor, or on my bed, and drawing the picnic site in the air using my finger as a pencil. I would select colors and color in my air drawing as I saw it in my mind. I always saw the stream the color of gold because I knew there was gold in streams and I probably picked that up from cowboy movies. The memory just bubbled up so I had to paint it.