A painted birdcage above a hack-saw ocean with lovely redwood stalks with zillions of raindrops, falling. I would have lived somewhere like this anyway, but a prod of the feet of humans made me do it sooner. Cut off just enough to feel well tailored. Answering your question as asked - I would not like calluses, I would rather have the hands of a fine painter. It probably doesn't even remember me.
Inspiration is a crutch word.
I hope not. One you can physically drown in, being paint. The other you can mentally drown in. I prefer swimming in paint. Funny you should ask, you seem to be of good hearing.