My Grandmother used to describe the hour just before the sun set as the "mauve hour" everything was tinged with that lovely mauve color, of course she lived in Tucson for 9 months every year and we were in upstate New York. I could never really see the Mauve Hour until I visited her when I was in 4th grade. My Aunt was a painter and I tagged along with her as she painted. She painted the landscape of Arizona and Mexico and Hawaii, and would talk to me about the colors and how different they were in each place. I am still trying to capture and recognize the unique colors of every hour when I am painting. I did this painting of my granddaughter from a sketch and photograph. The room did take on that mauve glow.