Oil on Linen
A tiny painting. If I didn’t do inside the car (The Blue Thunder) it was inside some other small place. And I was bathroom-less at the time, rotating gas stations and grocery stores and beach stops so as not to alarm the constabulary and get thrown in the hoosegow.
So emerges the alchemist, who can draw water from the sun, who has a sink and tub to call her own, and who needs anything more. I was convinced it works, but needs fine-tuning.