Imagine being on the Observation Deck in Rockefeller Center, looking south to the tip of Manhattan. The bay is soaked in New York humidity, sky and clouds soften in blended light. Buildings penetrate the earth, like needles in a pincushion.
There is a dynamic energy here. If you ever looked down on the city from a plane preparing to land, the buildings form a blanket waiting to envelop everything. Here is the push and pull of life, the dialectics of humanity, the text of our time.
Its where I belong.
The Bronx is the only borough of New York City whose land mass connects seamlessly with the mainland. We have more park land than any other borough but we are considered the poorest. Out of the grit of our experiences we have woven truths that sustain us. There is a tough beauty here. An outspoken honesty cleanses our reality. We know what were not.
I love drawing and painting the Bronx view of the Hudson River.