Saturday afternoon. I go with some friends to Parc Güell to draw a panorama and we walk up to the Mirador del Virolai which has one of the best views of Barcelona. I take it slow so I come back twice more, the following tuesday and thursday. Alone. I've never taken such a long time for a drawing from life, six hours in total. My mind wanders about driven by what I see, what I draw, what I hear... I take pieces of conversations in many languages, I understand some snippets... people arrive, look, take a photo, leave, I keep on drawing...
I wonder what happens behind the third window of the second floor on that brick building... I imagine a filter that tells me with some color the places where people laugh joyfully, with some other color where they shout angrily, with other where they make love, where someone just died... I know I'm drawing all this.
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