How to studio without a.c. in a concrete jungle

I remember when I first moved down to Miami, I thought it would be hot like it was hot in Haiti. "I don't need air conditioning", I proclaimed. After all, I was used to houses with nothing more than a veranda and a ceiling fan capturing the breezes moving through the large trees...
That was before I realized a concrete box without cross ventilation is the architectural style that fits in my city living budget. And the giant trees are hardly to be found; most were blown over or chopped down back in the Hurricane Andrew era.
So the still humid heat that builds up in my ARTHouse studio between the months of April and October can, in under 3 hours, turn my brain to mush, bring out pink welts on my skin and drip off pounds of sweat. What's an artist to do?

I've been known to paint in my bathing suit, keeping myself hydrated and cooled by taking showers under the sole existing faucet by the sink. It was not pretty, but in that way I could endure 5 or 6 hours painting practice.
But I don't ALWAYS feel like prancing around in nearly nothing... so yesterday I am pleased to announce that I temporarily moved my paints and tools to the front of the studio and there, with the open garage door, I caught some fresh air, an afternoon shower and even a visit from some recording studio artists in the neighborhood. Ever heard of Stoned White Elephant? Their song on the Stampede  album called, Boiling Point, can conjure up where you may go with out a.c. in a concrete jungle. (explicit)