Whenever I feel like I really went too much beyond my own universe, i feel like I have to go back to my basis. That is Mother Russia, the Heimat of my dioramas. It must be because Tarkovski is my preferred filmmaker or that I spend my time listening to Russian ambient music and hip hop. Anyway here's one of the Painted houses you may see in the countryside there. This scene doesn't bear any particular meaning to me, but when seeing it, my Darling thought it was a sign that I wanted to wreck the house, leave her and the kids and go away on White Wings of Joy.