When I flew to Spain for a visiting artist residency, with my colored paper pulp in my baggage, I was ready to work in the studio at the Capellades Paper Mill Museum. Except I had no idea what I was going to make. This didn’t worry me. I thought it would be a good idea to let Spain show me what to make. On the ride with my host, from the airport in Barcelona to tiny Capellades, we drove by a large mountain she told me was Montserrat. As we kept driving we were around the mountain for a good long while. The top of the mountain had large rock formations that appeared animated, as if they were each players in a theatrical production. The mountain was vast, singular and self-contained. I couldn’t stop looking at it and it was so easy to know the residency would be about painting Montserrat.