The painting began in late July. Many sketches and photographs were taken from the surrounding hills in its preparation. The feeling I tried to convey was the sense of timelessness. A place familiar yet oddly strange. Like a dream land. A stage were actors play their parts with improvised scripts. A circus tent from the sixties still barking cotton candy and side show delights. One of the last great arenas of the game still standing. In the late afternoon it flickers in an impressionist light. There is roar as the sun sets in the west. The players are in motion.It's like an Elysian Field.
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