“AS E DEY HOT” is a love letter to the unshakable fire of market women, those who rise before the sun, whose palms know both tenderness and toil. Draped in the cool blues of tradition, she sits surrounded by bowls overflowing with red peppers, each one a burning symbol of sacrifice, survival, and sustenance. Her red mask is not a disguise, but a crown of strength, etched with the silent stories of generations who’ve labored in the open heat, yet remained unseen. Against a searing yellow sky, she does not flinch. She watches. She endures. She feeds a nation, one pepper at a time.