Back in 1978, our whole family jumped on the early train
and went to Colon for the day. As I recall, we walked up and down Front Street visiting the amazing Bazaar Francés,
and most of the other stores on those picturesque few blocks. Later, we had lunch at the Washington Hotel and came
home on the afternoon train. A lovely day, enjoyed by all of us.
This painting is based upon a photo I took of our youngest son, Johnny, then about 6 and sporting a
brand new watch, as he was eyeing a hat in Aldao's. (I'm not sure whether that discoloration on the bottom of the L
on the sign was rust or paint, but it was there, and I included it in the painting just in case the store owner or his descendents
ever sees the thing!) The sketch was partially an exercise in mechanical drawing --the vanishing point falling
just above the right clavicle of that old gentleman walking towards us by the pillars. But, following my Dad's
admonition against using a straight edge in a painting, drawing the lettering and all of the brushwork were done freehand.