Artistic frustration day.
No longer thrilled about my experiment with colours from yesterday. Since I am working directly on the wall, I cannot change anything just like that.
I now need to think before I act, after I have acted without thinking.
Researching also into more layers of meaning.
Still being aware of the complexity of this neighbourhood, with its basic working people.
But despair is a source of free acting, like Bacon told us.
I don't feel completely desperate, though, rather puzzled.
I might go see some Delft hairdresser to change my perspective...