When The Sun Goes Down

 I came across a photograph of a beautiful sunset shared by a member of a neighbourhood platform and sought permission to create an impressionistic interpretation of it. This is the result of that process.

While painting, an old song I first heard in 1972 resurfaced in my mind, carrying me back to my early years in the city of Lagos. The song, When the Sun Goes Down by Charles Brown, unexpectedly became the emotional soundtrack to the work.

As the sun descended on the canvas, memories of youth, place, and passing time quietly unfolded—proof that a single image can bridge decades, cities, and emotions.

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