A white period.
In order to understand something, one needs to get surrounded by it.
In order to understand colours I embraced every single one separately. I was wearing a colour. Sometimes even for months.
I needed to understand each of them individually. The relations among them. Their limits. How they interact.
And then the white came into being. It spread on everything. Clothes, animals, cars, walls.. It cleaned off the process of identifying oneself with things, doings, personalities. It started painting on its own – white images, not letting to be touched by other colours, it changed my body into the canvas.
And it has been like this.
And still is.