I live near an old amusement park that closes after Labor Day. An empty amusement park is a sort of bittersweet and beautiful thing. No more loud happy noises or mad shrieking, no more aromas of fried sugar waffles and french fries...just the rides, abandoned but still colorful and charming. The park I live near is called Sea Breeze but it used to be called Dreamland, which is what I named this painting.
20x26" acrylic on masonite.