The Particular Color of Night

I love walking around at night and looking at the way the world is transformed by artificial light. We expect it in Vegas, and we ooh and ahh at the light shows but we don't really look at it the rest of the time. I am always struck by how transformative that artificiality can be. Construction sites imbued with religious aura courtesy of sodium vapor. A walk sign glowing like a message from Keith Haring.
These are the things that strike me. I've included a very personal painting today. It is titled, "The Good Rag." The oddly glowing colors of night, in acidic loneliness with a bowl to nurture, a bottle of aspirin to ease and the remnants of a baby blankie (the good rag)for comfort.