It’s too hot to breathe. I am tucking the memory of these scorched summer days deep in my brain so I can pop them up for perusal next January.
See, that wasn’t really complaining, was it? And I drummed up sufficient ambition to complete this big canvas using my ripped up book as a base. Even though the temperature in my house has climbed to 26 and it feels like well over 30 outside.
The interesting thing about this mixed media piece is how the ink bled up through the white texture paste, so I just let it be. Happy accident, pulling the base colours up to the surface.
Anyway, it’s too hot to talk about it. I need more ice. And I would like to get back to watching a documentary about Nina Simone. It could never be too hot for that.