Right before our first snowfall I went out to finish cleaning up the garden beds, and found this last eggplant hanging on amidst its withered brethren. The tomatoes were also lonely survivors from long-gone summer. (You will never find a tomato that shade of yellow in a grocery store.) I bought the patterned cloth in Fells Point, Baltimore in the 1970's at a big, funky fabric emporium, and it's moved with me to many studios since then.
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