Sounds right to me.
A quick thought: what if the very things that move us in landscape paintings (water in the distance, grassy fields, etc.) are the very same stimulants that our ancestors followed out of Africa 60,000 years ago, compelling them forward? If so, that would seem to make Keats’s famous dictum at the end of “Ode on a Grecian Urn” to follow the beauty–“Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know”–all the more poignant.