Today it was the first really cold day of the year, if you ask me. Earlier I needed to go for a walk, just step outside, away from the heating, away form the noise, and walk. I have no preconceived route, but I ended up inside a small supermarket, a few blocks away. As I was thinking, walking down the corridors, I saw this strange image (mentally) of myself walking there between the goods, and I remember the feeling of the cold smooth floor, which was of a warm very desaturated yellowish tone, and the reflection of myself on the glossy ground. I also thought about those classic really painted paintings, and their themes, and begin to wonder how would a Van Gogh painting of a flower inside a supermarket would look like, or a DaVinci, or Gauguin, for example. Later on, and back inside, I feel the need to picture that strange moment.

I shouldn't waste too much time on it, so it has my usual sketchy feel, but I think it's the best way to draw these things. It has some freedom on the strokes, that uncertainty on the edges, that makes it much more like the way I remember those images. Later on, back in my room, I scanner and painted it. Over and over again I liked it better on grayscale, but only for the floor, from which I remembered the feeling of the reflection on the yellowish floor, so I started to think about the way feelings or images stuck in our heads (or at least in mine). That's were its title comes from and you can see it at higher size here.