Inspiration, what is it?

Or more importantly, where does Tyler Foust find it?

Through my time spent with Tyler I have come to learn that he often rides his faithful steed through the winding mountain paths of his homeland.

He flicks his ears in the curving whispers of the warm Texan breeze.

He shines the hopeful light of his thought-filled eyes over the strange patterns that have been carved into the rugged terrain, each line unique like his own.

I asked Tyler, 'Noble Sensei, are these the lines that inspire your masterfully crafted artwork? Must I enter the mountains in solitude like yourself if I want to be a true line artist?'

I will never forget what he said next, as he sat topless by the fire, the blue tint of the moonlight bouncing off his stone like abs.

He said...

'No Jim.'

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