The Visual:

Ride trains, buses, my bicycle... across The City.

I explore:

Climbing fences
Trespassing
Wandering aimlessly through the streets, the alleys and the river fronts
A constant search for those visually profound moments
The east river coast from Brooklyn as the sun dips below Manhattan's peaks
The flow of crowds reflected in the marble floor of Grand Central Station
Midtown traffic in the freezing glowing dusk of January
The dirt and the slime, the grit and the grandeur. The Motion.
The City grinds past us all.

The Emotional:

While sitting in my apartment digesting The City, my sketches, photos,
memories, and past paintings: the world becomes less external. It transforms
into a symbol of where I am at that time: an open-ended metaphor with a
fluid interpretation. As my relationships begin, end, and change, as loved ones
pass on, the man walking alone down the street comes to mean a myriad of things.
The packed procession of conflicting, competitive traffic flowing down
Broadway becomes a symbol...

The Paint:

I have the concepts in my mind, but when I spread the transparent red oxide
across a metal sheet, they dissolve.
The Paint, The Paint, The Paint
The classical palate of ultra-marine blue, transparent red oxide, titanium white;
The dark gray feel of The City.
Composition, value, temperature, and application.

...The Paint tells me.