There are places close to home that never quite feel ordinary, no matter how many times you pass them. The Donkeys World comes from one of those familiar stretches of road near our studio—land that’s been lived on, worked, and quietly observed for generations.

What I love about this painting is how calmly it holds its ground. The scene isn’t asking for drama. It simply presents a working landscape the way it feels in real life—open air, layered distance, and small figures that belong to the place rather than posing for it.

My father has always had a gift for noticing what others might overlook. Here, color does the work of memory—fresh greens, soft sky, and bolder notes tucked into the middle distance like a remembered detail you can’t quite name, but you know it belongs.