This gives me an idea for a story about a town that used to be an oasis when the waterfall within the spire was still flowing. It has long since dried up and the town is now shriveling in on itself. Irrigation canals used to glimmer among lush, fertile fields...now they lie barren and scoured by the wind. Children used to splash and play in showering fountains...now people glare from the shadows of crumbling plazas. Then one day a loner wanderer emerges from the desert. He's oddly familiar, like someone from a legend of long ago. He holds the secret to getting the springs flowing again, but even he doesn't know it. Tales of mystery, magic, and adventure soon ensue.
You are right there, I have been painting for five years now and only in the past year have I stopped trying to paint pretty pictures, without the key fundamentals you have not got a pretty painting. This is one of my fave paintings of yours, great depth of field.