Stepping out of the airport I see piles of old snow covering the ground. The drive into the city is dominated by the colour yellow. Yellow neon, yellow paint. Then the familiar but still foreign shops and brands – I’ve seen them before but not at home.

I picked an interesting but understandable corner of the restaurant to draw while I munched on my pizza. At least I thought so. I liked the lights. All the lights. They dazzled me into not seeing all those crossing and intricate beams on the ceiling behind them. I just drew two but in truth there were about 6 in that small space and then crossing horizontal joists on each. The lights would have been lost. Drowned.

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