Night Swim

2018. Oil, board. 80 cm × 60 cm

We asked Sarah to tell us a bit about this painiting. She said; “It’s august. We sit on my beach towel on an empty tennis court. We talk, kiss. The sun is setting. Everyone is heading home. The streets are quiet. The sky turns pink then blue then black behind the trees. Stars come out. The air is humid. Your skin is hot. We’re laughing. You take off your green swimming shorts and we run down to the water.”