When the school bell rang at 3:02, Rodney Demps went to work at Alfred Hair’s home-studio. His job was to layout the backgrounds (primarily skies) per Alfred’s instruction in the form of lightly penciled ovals. He’d commented that when he left the studio in which Alfred often worked on 20 waiting all at one, it was still a baron place, but when he returned a day or so later that it looked like a jungle. “Alfred,” he said,” brought the paintings to life.” Demps was the surrealist of the painters. His landscape depictions became ever more dreamy and this intensified by his unusual and daring use of colors. If he didn’t paint an accurate, or believable hue, he had instead realized the perfect metaphor for the experience of Florida’s defining light.