
*The phone rings*. On the other end, the prospect that you'll be driving for hours into the night head-long into a swirling, seething mass of electric light and break-neck winds. *Do you accept?* Of course you do. You live for nights like this. The sweat, the tension in the air, the scent that hangs on the wind from behind the horizon alerting you to her presence. Even the exhaustion that goes along with trying to tame such a beast. You know to respect her, one wrong step and she will have your life with no hesitation. But that respect, the dance you do is why you do it. You leave home in the hope that tonight she will be a nice beast. You leave with the hope that **tonight will turn electric**. ** The winning bidder of the original sale will receive an artisan printed copy of the image framed in Tasmanian craft wood along with a certificate of authenticity (sizing to be discussed after sale completion).