Landscape is an Elgar concerto of echoing emotion. To walk through a landscape that resonates with your mood or unlocks your memory is a good way to harrow and at the same time enrich the soul.
A bit serious? My father died in November. At Christmas we walked over the golf course where he used to play. It was utterly deserted. Beyond its sculpted green rises a high limestone ridge. A path along a disused railway leads to a silent wood that coats this hill. We walked under brown canopies of winter trees, looking at berries that were red, yellow, black.
We came to the cave that we found in these woods a year ago – a narrow slit in the mountain leading into mossy darkness. In the mouth of the cave we examined green slimy stuff, the goo of life, irrepressibly seething over minerals.
Life fills the woods,
Article source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/jonathanjonesblog/2013/jan/03/landscapes-artworks-frederic-church