This is the door to the studios next to mine. Like everything on our street, it’s always covered with graffiti. No sooner is the door painted than it’s covered again. I thought that, for once, I’d be part of the problem rather than always trying to be part of the solution. It was very relaxing to paint so close to home. I was still feeling a bit nervous after my encounter with the police.

Nothing much happened while I was painting this one. It was based on a little oil sketch of Etna by Gustaf Soderberg. It didn’t last very long before it got covered by new graffiti. We painted the door silver recently, but it’s a losing battle.