In my early childhood, my grandmother brought up attention in me - to notice the details that surround us every day. She always admired some phenomenon, be it dawn, or noticed an imperceptible family of mushrooms under a tree, a caterpillar on a carrot branch. She could even admire an ordinary leaf of a tree. Unbeknownst to myself, I adopted this skill. I can enjoy looking at basic things, such as the bark of a tree or the flowing steam from hot tea, the sparkling of white snow, or the shade of a plum tree on our garden house. All this brings visual and aesthetic pleasure to me.
Sometimes I catch a feeling of "detachment" from our world, when I suddenly feel like a guest in this world, which is really the case. And all objects, all phenomena become unique and interesting for me. When you can just walk past multi-storey city courtyards and look at the beautiful crown of lush trees, or walk across the field to admire clover flowers, birds chirping and feel the touch of the wind.
Only now I understand how important it is to see beauty, it is an endless source of inspiration for me. It helps me a lot when working in design and painting.