oil on canvas, 16” X 20”

From my Brooklyn studio window, the harbor unfolds like a living painting — ferries, tugs, cranes, and the skyline in conversation with the sea. And always a breeze from the ocean.
Here, the working port of New York drifts toward an emotional geography — the shimmer of distant hills, the hum of ships, the pulse of city and tide. It’s both a view and a reverie, where smoke, color, and horizon meet in dynamic equilibrium.