Provence TownOil on linen22 x 18 inches
Subway Uncrowded Car 7w012Charcoal on rag paper12 x 16 inches
Willimsburg Bridge at Night 7w012Charcoal on rag paper12 x 16 inches
Williamsburg Bridge Black Sky 6w013Charcoal on rag paper12 x 16 inches
New York Harbor 5d015Charcoal and Conté on rag paper24 x 18 inches
Caffe dell'Artista 5d016Charcoal and Conté on rag paper24 x 18 inches
New York Harbor Sunset 5d044Conté on rag paper11 x 14 inches
Williamsburg Bridge Dark CloudsGouche on rag paper12 x 16 inches
In most people's minds, New York is a crowded city, teeming with people. That is not always true. New York is also a desert. Lonely, desolate, isolated. At night on the streets, under arched bridges, down alleys, in nooks and crannies, there is a New York that is still, unpeopled, and hushed. Yet, at other times and in other places, New York is packed full of people, energy and dreams. This New York, the public and the secret, is my city. These are paintings of passage, of the alchemical change from red and granular nights to the glimmering light of dawn and on into the cacophony of clamoring, hot life.