An effect on me

 

I entered the workshop after days without having set foot in it. I had walked from home with a determined step and with the clear idea of arriving, putting on my painting clothes and picking up my brushes. What are you doing here, the painter blurted out without preamble. My painting. You can see me, I've come to paint. I didn't get an answer. I looked around me. Everything was just as I had left it. Very still, in suspense. The humidity began to weigh on me just as it did on everything else....

Juan Fernández Álava Exhibition