Once upon a time in the 1990's, I read about an artist residency on a fresh water island. Every couple of years I would send in an application which included my wilderness plein air paintings. My third application included nothing but urban imagery, and, bingo, I was accepted. When I met the administrator, I asked him if he was looking to drown a "citidiot". He laughed and said he wanted to see what I would do in a wilderness setting. I guess the lesson is don't overthink what you include in an application.
In exchange for my residency in an ultra "smurf" fisherman's cabin, on a remote point, without electricity, gas light and refrigeration , I donated this painting to Isle Royale National Park.