In my country, when I was a child, an artist had a program to teach how to make a painting, and he made it so easily, but not only that: he started with an empty canvass, and as the program went by, he created the most wonderful landscapes, and stroke by stroke, told us the story of each part: how the river flowed in the canvass, how suddenly a tree grew there, and how smaller trees grew close because he felt lonely... and so on and so forth. Your work, your astounding worlds kinda remind me of him. The picture is in your head, in your heart, it just flows into your fingers with every beat of your heart... or at least it´s how it seems to me.
Sorry if my comment is too silly. I just had to tell you this