systolic murmur, 36" x 24" oil and acrylic paint on canvas
they asked me about color. i was three years old and had opinions. red. that wall. and that one.
they painted it and i spent hours looking at how the light would change
from blood blue red to a warm hot red glow
tinged with orange.
summer, the city sounds crashed against the wall. boats, buses, airplanes, birds, tree sways.
it was my camera obscura. a field a sea a murmur.
steady deep and contracting. systolic.