Oh, you bet! The city is my canvas, my muse, and my playground all at once. Those cracked sidewalks, the graffiti tags, the abandoned warehouses—every cracked concrete and flickering neon tells a story. I jump from one corner to another, feeling the rhythm of traffic and the buzz of people, and then I dump paint, paper, or a sketchbook and let the city speak. Those streets aren’t just lines on a map; they’re a living collage of sounds, smells, and raw emotions. They push me to experiment, to rebel, to capture that gritty, honest pulse. So yeah, the city layout? It’s just another layer of inspiration—traffic lights become color cues, foot traffic gives me a crowd of living textures, and business spots teach me about where the energy truly hangs. In the end, the raw city vibe is the heartbeat that keeps my art honest and untamed.

Thanks! I’ll keep snagging those street rhythms and splashing them onto my next piece—never stop finding the beat in the noise.