This piece constitutes the intersection of two of my favorite things at once: big, bold paintings that command your attention with bright color and expansiveness; and baseball, the greatest game that ever was. Moskowitz's painting positions you as the batter, facing down some serious high heat from a shadowy pitcher whose features have been lost amidst the tricks-of-the-eye that the late afternoon sun elicits sometime around the 8th inning in a day game with a 1 p.m. start. I used to have a fridge magnet of this work but I somehow misplaced amidst the chaos of my last move. Drat.
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