Summertime

It's hot and sweaty in the city and the plum trees are relentlessly dense with burgundy leaves. I began with a study in dark burgundy which morphed into a purple and magenta story. It made me think of Billy Holiday, all bruised, sleepy eyed and woozy- where blood and tears collide and the mood is dark and saturated with longing and foreboding shadows but not without hints of innocence and fragility.