Pen & Ink on paper. Began in a bar, which explains some of the spots on the paper, begun during a heatwave, hence the title. For the past week or so, even nights in NYC have felt like a rising pools of steam trapped and contained under a velvet tent. But instead of pillows and rugs to recline on there’s grime covered concrete and asphalt, and grime making it’s way into every salty, open pore. And every one of us is adapting into a form of urban wildlife, much to the approval of the madly grinning night sky.