Meet Heidi Annalise, she is a painter of very tiny landscapes.
You can learn more about Heidi and her artwork here: Art & Nature
Or watch our most recent film, Offline. Where Heidi and two other women, hiked along the rugged coastline of the Olympic Peninsula. Or keep on reading and learn more about how nature inspires her artwork.
The Olympic Peninsula is completely unlike the arid mountains of Colorado, which is where I’ve spent most of my life.
In anticipation of this backpacking trip, I imagined hiking through the thick green forest and being lulled to sleep by the white noise of the waves. As it turned out, the forest was every bit as magical as I’d hoped, but sleeping on the beach wasn’t quite as romantic as it sounded.
And sometimes these sleepless nights are the preamble to inspiration.
From the moment I closed my eyes that first night, the roar of the waves seemed to be bearing down on me from all sides – immediately throwing me outside of my comfort zone. It brought me back to the realization that we can coexist with the things that cause us anxiety. And sometimes these sleepless nights are the preamble to inspiration.
Being immersed in this new environment provided me with no shortage of inspiration. While at night I marveled at the sheer power of the water, during the day I reveled in the tiniest details. The lush coastline made me feel like a curious little kid, constantly pausing along the trail to run my fingers along the serrated edge of a fern, taste a salal berry, or examine a banana slug.
I’ve learned that there’s just as much beauty in the details.
Becoming a painter has taught me that there’s so much more to experiencing nature than summiting mountains and “conquering it”. I’ve learned that there’s just as much beauty in the details, and in sitting still while the world moves around you.
And that’s exactly what I did on the final day of the trip. I climbed onto the rocky coastline and pulled out my brushes and paints. As I began mixing colors, I settled into the wind and watched the fog slowly erase the horizon line. I was no longer unsettled by the roar of the ocean. I could have painted something else, but this spot represented my Olympic Peninsula experience the most.
When I look at the finished painting now, I can feel the rush of the swirling mist contrasting with my slow and steady search for all the little splotches of orange in the rocks and bright green ferns at the base of the trees.