Sitting on the floor in my new studio. Just kind of calmly sitting here in the dust of the unswept floor, no lights on, no company. Plenty of daylight coming in the windows, even though I can see it just started to rain. No sound except some windowpanes creaking, sometimes the sound of traffic – air, train or car. I just want to be quiet for a few minutes. My heart is beating. I can smell paint and wax, faintly.
Old paint, old sills, old floorboards…these surfaces are speaking my language and are already like old friends.