On cold mornings such as this one, in a desire for warmth, you go back into sunny moments, warm thoughts and heated days.
So I spill out a somewhat older drawing today. An iteration from a warmer climate, moving along the world in a yellow river of hot, humid elation. Its the kind of drawing I long for today.
I remember the awful heat of a Tokyo July when I drew this – and how awful those Julys can be. But late December in outer Philadelphia, this drawings seems like the perfect companion for a drive to work, as the frost reluctantly melts from the windows.