A soft, warm summer evening. A lovely but modest wood-framed house in the rural south. Sitting on the front porch with a tall drink, garnished with a sprig of fresh mint. There's a gentle breeze. The cicadas are buzzing in the orangey-purple light of dusk. And in the middle of it all, there's a mysterious woman in red. These were the images that came to mind as I watched Scarlet Envy's show, Reflections, at the …
