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A Moment at Day's End


Rest, leisure and a positive moment to oneself is what this painting aims to depict. The sun setting signifies the end of a day, the wooshing traffic on the left shrouded in the darker vague greys hints at the clamour to get home, you, the viewer at this vantage point has already been home, maybe already changed into a more leisurely attire and are now strolling quietly (but only somewhat aware of the traffic noise fading into the back of your mind, like waves at the shore, which this locale is actually quite close to in Miami Beach) headed maybe to a local pub (The Abbey in this case) Oil on canvas. 
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Sarah Nix said…
Lovely!
7:58 AM
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