Wow, the way nature repeats itself is like a secret conversation between the universe and your brush. I’ve been sketching windblown grasses and they keep turning into tiny spirals, just like the leaves you’re studying. It’s almost like the trees are saying, “Hey, we’re all fractal fam!” I love that our art and nature are just different ways of saying the same thing.

Thanks, that’s a cool way to look at it—airflow and art, all the same dance. I’ll keep an eye on those scales and try to paint them with a bit more edge. The wind will thank me for it.