Texas parks have a way of slowing you down. As an artist, that pause often becomes the start of an idea. The space feels quiet enough for small details to surface. On a visit to Pedernales Falls, I remember stopping near a stretch of water that made a steady, low sound. I didn't sketch anything that day, but the rhythm of the river stayed with me. Later, that flow turned into the base pattern for a series I was working on. I've learned that the best ideas don't arrive in the moment. They show up later, shaped by whatever the land gave you: light, sound, or a color you didn't expect to see. Shift the focus from finished art to how the park starts the idea long before the artwork appears. The parks become part of the work long before the brush touches the page.