peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall

It’s October and we’re observing the season with apple cider, and occasional infusions of whiskey.  In the key of both those libations, a print based on every bluegrass song ever:

 

 

I know that line’s all over the place in traditional music, but to me it’s always Gillian Welsh’s “Wrecking Ball,” to which I am already inordinately attached because it mentions the Santa Cruz Garden Mall, which is where I spent most of my teenage weekends.  For this print I experimented with a radical new technique, i.e., rough drafts.  Here’s a rough draft in progress, where I was looking for ways to render the apple shiny and the peach fuzzy: