extranjero

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.