[2026] 20×16 Acrylic on Canvas

August always feels like a yellow month to me. Specifically, yellow ochre. I can’t explain it, really. All the months have colours in my mind, but August is one of the strongest. Maybe it’s the yellow flowers that seem to come out during August. The sunflowers, the yarrow, the mums, or the yellowing grass from a long, dry summer. There is a quiet, kind of dozy feeling that seems to come with August, too. Like, everyone is too hot, the air is thick (and yellow, from the wildfires) and people are just waiting for their routines to start again. Or maybe that’s just me.

I do like August for that.