I have been to Antarctica in Greenland and despite the latter’s name, these places are not green, but they are places that explorers ventured to. For those that travelled there, and in my own experience, the greenness of home is the thing that I miss when I’m away from it.
There is something mundane about the endless snow of Antarctica. So much so, that it’s very monotony has actually driven some people crazy. This is not to say that Antarctica and Greenland are not extremely beautiful and awe-inspiring, but the green-ness of home is a sure sign of comfort and belonging. It is present in the landscapes of the Ruralists, from Blake to Inshaw; it is there in the works of Samuel Palmer and implied in the heavenly visions of William.
Green pasture is a symbol of comfort and contentment. Perhaps this dream of home is a thing of the past and a romantic vision or something to which we might long to return. It may also be an idea of a perfect future as in Blake’s visions.
And so, my focus has returned once again to the green rolling hills of home. These are landscapes to that always capture and hold my attention. The landscapes that I will not find anywhere else the matter how far I travel.