I've always enjoyed the forests of the west coast. Moss hanging down from the large trees with a mist that separates the layers of trees in the distance. The first time I hiked through these forests, there was an immediate sense of scale that I hadn't felt before. Trees so large they reached up above the canopy, and a vibrant green unlike anything I had seen. An overwhelming sensory experience that was rich in biodiversity and mystery. It seemed fitting to have the Owl in this painting since they seem to have an air of mystery themselves, and that at any moment it could simply disappear into the misty layers of trees and be gone.