the air has done its subliminal shift and now summer is gone.
it’s not just about temperature; it’s something to do with the texture. probably relates to hurricane season, the great sweeping northward.
my brother has been in town this weekend, and it was his birthday yesterday.
Here is a sneak peak at the beginnings of the next in the series of grotesques. she hasn’t a name yet, nor a title, and i am unsure of a color palette for this one.