For oft, when on my couch I lie
  In vacant or in pensive mood,                               
  They flash upon that inward eye
  Which is the bliss of solitude;
  And then my heart with pleasure fills,
  And dances with the daffodils.

 Your work made me think of the last stanza of 

Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud." 

Your paintings are like reflective thoughts to which a mind

can return whenever it needs to recapture a time and place.

Thanks for sharing with me. ~Kathleen