Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Francine's Florida Summer

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"

4 comments:

Lazy Bone said...

Thats awesome! I love it!

Athena said...

Love this! Love the story, too. :)

Deb said...

Poor Francine. She needs a hug and an ice cream cone. Love those pouty lips. Beautifully done! Wonderful!

Georgina said...

Oh poor little Francine. I feel her pain...when I'm in humid weather, I look just like that!! LOL Need to buy a cute hat.