March 2010. It is nine am in Lisbon. My friend is still sleeping soundly next to me. I get up and grab two tubes of black and white paint. Above my bed is a strange piece of one and a half times two meters cardboard. It has lyrics from the song blue on it (remember that lovely 90's hit). I decide its time to kill blue. After some time of frustrated brush swings my friend wakes up from the bed rocking, wondering what the hell I'm doing. I was going to finish it, at least half way, but it never happened. And you can still see the song lyrics at the top.