Those paints and brushes...can't you hear them? I learned to paint with oil paints, in college art classes and after. My daughter C still gets teary when she smells oils and turpentine, she says. That smell is an express train back to her early childhood, when the world was intact and easier than it later became.
A few years ago, I switched to acrylics. My studio is right next to our bedroom and I didn't want to strain the patience (or health) of my then- new husband with turps, solvents, oily rags, too close for comfort.
For the past year and something, I've been concentrating on drawing and playing with watercolors. As this year's art plan nears completion, I'm turning, in my mind, to paint and board, to solider surfaces and brushier, thicker pigments. I can't go there yet. November and December come first.