Somewhere in Texas
A young cowboy dreams
Of a day when the buffalo roamed
And he wished he had lived then
‘Cause he knew that he could’ve been
The best cowboy the world had ever known
He went dancin’ at night
With his San Antone rose
The one he would marry someday
To the music of Bob Wills and polkas and waltzes
While beautiful time passed away
~ Willie Nelson

“I know now that he who hopes to be universal in his art must plant in his own soil. Great art is like a tree which grows in a particular place and has a trunk, leaves, blossoms, boughs, fruit, and roots of its own. The more native art is, the more it belongs to the entire world, because taste is rooted in nature. When art is true, it is one with nature.” ~ Diego Rivera