That poem has something like the combination of imagined grandeur and plain country life that the painting has. Not bronze, not a public statue, but fundamentally small and easily broken. Perhaps he is what Crispin feared he might become if he stayed in Yucatan, and perhaps he is therefore a version of the clown-hero that Stevens never considered. The poem provides a place for the painting to go in its own direction. The process of naming each of my paintings has a similar tale to tell.
All works are acrylic on paper.