Sometimes I wonder how colors can hold up and build a whole new perspective out of plain white paper. At that exact moment, when my colored pencils touch the paper I'm obviously not always in full awareness and perhaps quite oblivious to this thought…This time, as I sat in front of my window (yes, AGAIN. I love to gaze and ponder, quite a hobby), staring right through that huge ugly building that is blocking my air and view, I realized it has to be my imagination that picks up my colors and paint. Because lets face it, that massive building I know well from childhood, is as thick as a brick wall, but inspiring nonetheless. These colorful quick sketches were made by my delude brain, and this time, I actually mean every word since I did have fever and felt so drained, mentally and physically. (It's the last time I'm going to mention the chicken-who-must-not-be-named illness I had...promise.) Moreover, I felt like my mind was clearer than ever, almost translucent, and my hands were thanking me for setting them loose as they wished.
It's quite surreal how that building always develops into different views, a network of lines and an endless colorful perspective. Its rough rectangle shape has already turned abstract to my eyes.