Oil Painting, on canvas board
Sun and sand and romance for Brooklynites. And one man I actually had a long if tempestuous relationship with. We loved and warred with equal passion, and this was a magical day which I still remember fondly. God he was so good-looking. And he could cook! I thought he shot the moon. Or hung the moon. Whichever it is, that feeling that girls get when they’re head over tea-kettle.
I paint a lot of experiences that have a profound effect on me. Sometimes they hustle inside my brain for years before I get to it, but eventually it all pours out. This, I believe I painted right in the middle of all the fine emotional uproar going on. How time passes.