This piece brings me back to my childhood. After school us kids would play Fut Bol all afternoon. Around 7:00pm Don Jose, a railroad worker, would sit in front of his house on a big boulder. As children, we would sit around him as he told stories about ghosts, headless horsemen, and the Llorona. He always tried to scare us but we wouldn't get too worried, playing games until very late at night.
Oil on canvas