92°F, noon in Havana. Rusted call box. Faded, silent, standing guard for decades. I painted fast before the heat warped my paper. Who called, and who answered? Painted in Greenwich, CT.
Weekend Reflection #232 Call Box Cuba
92°F, noon in Havana. Rusted call box. Faded, silent, standing guard for decades. I painted fast before the heat warped my paper. Who called, and who answered? Painted in Greenwich, CT.