This fort has been used since Roman times.
A few minutes before dawn on a misty day in November. At dawn, they rang the bells and cut off the spotlights on the buildings.
This one has a lot of layers for me.
I love Roman stuff. And I loved the shape of this tree.
Where holiday dreams go to die in Golden Hill.
Painted in North Park.
The Piazzetta, just after dawn.
They used to execute people between the pillars in the days of the Republic. If you were gay, this is where you’d be burned alive, or- if you were lucky- after they cut off your head.
How’s that for a sales pitch? Probably not so good, but the history is why I wanted to paint here.