On my last trip back to Siberia I spent a lot time walking the streets around the outdoor markets on the edge of town. For whatever reason, they were not very busy and the people and items stood out more than usual. Each street corner, vendor or kiosk seemed like a stage set. The ever present greys, whites and blacks would be punctuated with bursts of color in a red wig or pink shoes. I would make as many mental notes as I could and come home and paint.