As the days of freezing rain, slush, sleet and snow arrive in New York City, I like to console myself up with memories of warmer climes. This is my interpretation of a mango tree – the ones that hung over the back porch of Marg‘s brother Billy. Just reach up and grab a mango for breakfast – no shoes required. Love it! I don’t know how anyone is motivated to do anything but relax down in St. Thomas, with such beautiful weather and mangos literally falling in your lap. This is part of a memory series of paintings that I’ve been working with on and off for a few years now. I figure, if I can’t be in St. Thomas now, I’ll paint me some mangos and wait the winter out! – Veronica