This little painting is an interpretation of a friend's poem entitled, in part, "One Hot Tomato". It was supposed to be art nouveau, I guess.
I wonder if doing art right before bed is getting me keyed up. I keep laying awake thinking of creative stuff. For hours. Unfortunately, it's the kind of creative stuff that you think of around midnight. Like a mobile constructed out of old books painted primary colors, or like how to build a better wizard hat for my math class, or whether or not I have memorized the ingredients for my favorite cookie. What do you think of while lying awake at night?