When I listened to Janis on a daily basis, back in the mid 90s, I didn’t realize it was my duty to do so. I was young, and had nothing to lose. When I listen to her now, twenty years later, I don’t feel young and free and powerful. I just feel sad and a bit lonely. I suppose that is what happens when one person in a relationship matures and the other is suspended in time.
I almost stitched the image of her lounging on a couch with her hand draped over a bottle of Southern Comfort. In the end, I decided to give her a bit more respect, and a few flowers.