Buttercups always take me back. I remember holding them under my chin as a child, giggling at the yellow glow, completely absorbed in the moment. Painting Fields of Gold was like stepping into that feeling again—bright, uncomplicated joy. I came across this patch on a walk with Wilbur; he was chasing scents while I stood still, surrounded by sunshine on stalks. It’s a piece full of warmth, freedom, and lightness.