I was painting the walls over the weekend, guys. I was bored of looking at the same white walls while listening to music. White is actually not a color, but rather a state of intensity of light. It is part of the dark-light paradigm, but not a color in itself. I feel distressed when surrounded by white walls.
It is so unnatural. Nowhere in nature would you find yourself surrounded by uniformly flat and white surfaces. Uniform colors are also unnatural because in nature you always have shades of color alternating randomly. A tree’s crown is not uniformly green; because of the orientation, shapes, and shades of its leaves, it looks beautiful.
So I decided to paint the walls of my room in a non-uniform way, using natural pigments for coloration and vegetable protein as a binding agent. It takes a lot of time to paint like this with natural dyes over wallpaper. It requires patience and peace of mind to do it properly.
I was painting when suddenly I heard explosions, shouts, breaking glass, car alarms, and the footsteps of running men. The cars were suddenly burning, bombs were being thrown, and windows were being smashed. I looked out of the window and saw black-clad men wearing masks breaking a car window and throwing something incendiary inside.
I didn’t expect this, guys. I was just painting my damn walls when suddenly the clash broke loose. No music anymore — only helicopters, sirens, the cries of a baby, and the bark of a dog. And the night before had been so calm. I had listened to some young man down the street strumming a guitar and singing a song about July, enjoying himself and playing with his untrained voice — and it was beautiful.
I watched the news afterwards and learned that these were far-left activists from the so-called Black Bloc. Because the G20 summit took place in Hamburg this year, it all happened. Fair enough, but guys, I just want to paint my walls and listen to Bach in a green room. But these helicopters are so loud nowadays…