Many years ago, on the drive home from a wild after-party in Santa Monica (after what? I can't remember), I drove past a woman in a red velvet robe waiting, thinking, and planning. I had the urge to stop and talk to her, but it was 3 a.m., and that felt like an hour where things could get topsy-turvy, so I kept driving.
But I never forgot the lady in the red velvet robe.
Created on a lush, heavyweight Arches cotton rag paper, its surface catching every gesture and layer with depth and permanence.