I felt a bit like Jan with his finger in the dike on this painting. I was on the canal just behind my hostel, not a block away. I had eaten a little too much hashish, or perhaps a lot too much. I wanted to find a bed and lay down but the challenge of moving was too overwhelming. I was dehydrated, hungry, and I could see my room. I must have sat there for three or four hours with my fingers in that dike. I was amazed and relieved to wake the next day and discover I had a painting I liked.