After a Montreal Rain

It is HOT in the studio.
By 3 pm I worry that the sun is burning a hole through the ceiling. Then I go outside and feel just a bit of ocean breeze and think this is pretty much perfect. I think back to the many suffocating summers in Montreal and wonder how I managed, and if I could handle that kind of heat now that I've been in Vancouver so long and have become kind of... soft. Then I panic and decide not to test the idea any time soon.

But there are those Montreal summer evenings when the heat and humidity explode into a huge rain storm. Bare feet rush out into the streets and the whole city takes a deep breath. The rain sizzles on the streets like poring water on a hot frying pan. After the rain, the gardens come alive again, and the city finally sleeps.

This Painting is called Rooftop Eden