Such a gloomy dark day, no light at all, overcast with a slight rain. Waking up I already felt down in the dumps. I can't understand people who say, "The weather is irrelevant to me." For myself, the weather is capable of lifting my spirits to the highest level or flinging me to the ground, like today. Not being able to get the colours right, using unknown materials is obviously getting to me. On top of which I can't even see properly today the colour chart I made yesterday. Apart from the one-halogen lamp that is good but not enough for the studio, there are only two economy light bulbs emitting a yellowish aura hanging high up on the twenty-foot ceiling. It makes me think of Munch and his painting "The Scream". Never the less, I had arbitrarily made a decision yesterday so I give the painting a coat of that combination mix of oranges not certain of the outcome. I'll see tomorrow how it looks.
The Milchhof have given me my own key to the mailbox as they say I have more mail than even the office. It is a warm feeling to see letters nestling there for me from the world outside my Berlin bubble. There is about it an echo of post-war Berlin and the airlift planes bringing contact from the West to the beleaguered part of Berlin encircled by the East. Now it is culture and friendship flying in and out, both ways.
