While painting this piece, there was a constant inner dialogue on the peripheral of my thoughts of what my mom's home in heaven must look like. Envisioning sapphire cut windows, emerald foliage, and glittering ruby colored blooms, I attempted to let my little impressions of her celestial home linger on the outskirts of this painting. Instead of trying to make a blue print of what I think of her house as, which would be like chasing a rainbow, the process was more like traveling through a forest and having glimpses of a sunset from the corner of eyesight. Quickly turning and trying to get a better look, only to find that the opening in the trees has past. Left only with the remembered vision of what is there.