oil on canvas, 9” X 12”

This series began with the view from my studio window at the Brooklyn waterfront. My third-floor space sits at the edge of New York Harbor, facing Lower Manhattan. In winter, when the trees shed their leaves, the Statue of Liberty appears across the water.

Outside the old terminal docks, the harbor holds two histories at once. This was once a working shipping terminal, where millions of bananas arrived from South America. Now the concrete slabs and wooden pilings have become a rough refuge for geese, seagulls, small stubborn trees, and neighborhood boys who come to fish and play.

The water is never still. Tugboats and barges move in slow patterns. Cargo ships wait. The orange Staten Island ferries cross at regular intervals. Light changes, wind arrives, and the whole scene shifts by degrees. These paintings come from that daily attention, and from the pleasure of finding the ordinary turning, again and again, into something luminous.