And among all the lights, she stood still lost not knowing where to call home. The surroundings were anything but believable, surreality sunk in and she found herself wandering, feeling in need of a title. The wanderer. A girl who walked the night and kept going for years to come. She herself, to never grow up, a glimmer roaming the streets eternally.
John Constable concentrated on the landscape of his suffolk home, unpopular at the time as others were more focused on the new industrial cityscape. I chose to include pieces by elder artists in this piece as I feel they are important to the foundation of environmental art, as the original responders to their environment.