Shortly we had first bought our house here at Coronado, I photographed our grandson, Cesar Augusto, late one Sunday afternoon as he was trying to finish his homework in the hammock strung up in our bohio out back. This was between 1700 and 1800 “The golden hour for photographers.” and the effects of the sun on the hammock and boy were striking. It took me some time to screw up the courage to try and capture those effects on canvas. Here is the result: What do you think?
“A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.”
– John Singer Sargent