The outcome took an unexpected turn.
Comparing the drawings resulting from these two cities, I captured a stark difference in the character of the lines. In Haarlem, my hand produced a nervous, chaotic pulsation of movement. In Tbilisi, on the other hand, the line was fluid, dancing in a soft organic order.
My body reflected a fluid order in a chaotic environment and a nervous pulsation in an elaborated design.
Was it the mind state in the moment that created this shift, or an inherent inclination to a specific character of space?
In an attempt to find an answer, I realised that I was born and raised in a surrounding similar to what Tbilisi carries. Intuitively, I respond to a decayed wall and an odd garbage composition rather than to beautiful gardens and a decent flow of mossy bricks. Between these two cities, it is Haarlem that is an alien to me, even though I derive pure pleasure from absorbing its harmony.
To verify the accuracy of this assumption, a repeated journey through similar spaces is going to be held.