And I was reminded of the fact that I'd have to leave my bag, phone etc in the corridor since I had to paint my way out of the place. I find myself thinking of other painted rooms generating this information to the ones who now share it with me. Next to the all the facts that came up there's the information I see being erased as I paint. It was a very dirty floor of untreated MDF, with more than 10 years of heavy use written into it. A lower area of the ceiling marks the former location of his tiny, triangular bedroom walls.
Many many oil drops around that corner.
And that was very nice. Tomorrow night I'll be done with the last layer. The book of dreams I used to keep a book of dreams next to my bed when I still was in Brasil. I would wake up all groggy and write down the dream I just had. I also had the habit of reading some of the previous dreams after writing a new one.