I remember an assignment we got at artschool: Something is happening in the landscape.
I believe I made a little etching of two legs sticking out of the long grass, rather silly.
In Richard Cartwright's landscapes something is always happening.
At first glance Cartwright (1951) paints pared back, dreamy landscapes, but soon you notice small figures or objects in them.
But not at all silly, in fact, I love these paintings.