Vivaldi in Lion Country. A delightful combination of spirit and place. Like the Mariahilferstrasse with the black gumbo of central Texas.
I buy oil paint in tubes from an art supply store. Brushes, canvas, solvents, all over the counter. I don't scavenge for found materials. I don't re-purpose. I don't reinvent.
I derive and push. A block, a boredom, manners and conventions, their surfaces.
An experience, not cataclysmic, but love.