I struggled with painting. Didn't really know what to paint, the city excited me more. One of the things that struck me was the peculiar light on some days. It could one day be a rainy, wet day with the top of high buildings wrapped in clouds, the next day a crisp, sunny autumn day with light cutting sharp contrasting edges.
Packing, there was this partially painted, mostly primed, canvas left on the floor. Afternoon sunlight hit it. This light just left marks, as you can see.