Mass Transit
or the transit of the masses. New Yorkers, getting from one place to another, submissive, patient, resigned, quiet.
I observe them as they sit or stand, lost in thought, reading, listening to their I pods, studying their notes, eating, staring into space, oblivious to their fellow passengers, strangers who share a brief time of enforced intimacy.
The subway, where all of us in our individuality become part of an anonymous whole.
 Mass TransitOil on Canvas 30" x 22" |  ObedienceOil on Board 41" x 15.5 |  23rd Street dyptichoil on canvas 60" x 22" |
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 The Platformoil on canvas 48" x 16" |  Going Home Underground96" x 7.5" |  Between Stationsoil on canvas 36" x 16" |
 Going Home ElevatedOil on Board 12" x 97"" |  Subway, view #138"' W 16" D 12" H |  Subway, view #238"' W 16" D 12" H |
 Subway, view #338"' W 16" D 12" H |  Subway, view #438"' W 16" D 12" H |  Please Stand Aside view 2Low Fired Clay |
 Please Stand Aside view 3 |  Intimate Strangers view 1 |  Intimate Strangers view 2Low Fired Clay |
 Intimate Stranger view 3Low Fired Clay |  Intimate Strangers view 4 |