Summer Almost Gone

50" x 50"

Acrylic and collage on canvas

August 2016

August has a funny ring to it. If you have ever moved from a place, the weeks leading up to the day the moving truck arrives is magical. They are filled with hope and anticipation. All the social awkwardness lifts and suddenly your lead-footed upstairs neighbor is your best friend, you finally try that restaurant you've walked past 1000 x's, and you realize the grumpy lady next door was just waiting for you to say hello. August feels that way. It's a mad dash to soak up summer and breath it in so deep there's enough inside you to exhale it at least through the end of February...