The sultry, stale air matched Francine’s sour mood perfectly. She could not understand why her parents moved her to such a wretched hot place. Everything here was just as miserable as Francine. Alas, even her hair turned against her displaying each strand like a feral mane about her head. Her perfectly coiffed bob was gone and in its place a most ridiculous hat. The air was so thick and wet she was quite certain her eyeliner was going to run any minute! Poor Francine, there wasn’t even an ocean breeze nearby. Orlando in summer just did not suit her at all.
Acrylic on unstretched canvas 5.25"x8"