Anyone who has spent time in Berlin knows that there is no shortage of construction sites. Die Baustellen can take up several city blocks or be squeezed among 19th century Altbau dwellings. I have ridden my bike past this particular riverside development numerous times, always daunted by its size and location. Today, looking at it from the Elsenbrücke bridge, it reminded me of the colored wooden blocks I used to play with as a child.
I made a quick sketch, but it warrants a painting. I would like to treat it as a mainly dark cube with significant bits of color; yellows and blues; sitting on the edge of a brilliantly lit open space strewn with odd debris. There it is again, this feeling of impermanence vs. permanence, a state of in-betweeness that keeps me looking for new subjects.