I call them orphans, perfectly nice paintings I’ve made and displayed in galleries, but somehow have never found a home. They sit uncomplaining in my studio storage, waiting for me to get myself off my bottom and find them a new owner, at non-gallery prices, ie: half price. If you like one click buy (paypal) and I’ll hand-deliver it (at no cost to you, if you are within 100 miles of me), or mail it if you are not (at cost to you).
Charles Street Station in Boston. The people in the foreground stand in the sun. I wanted it to appear that the sun was coming through a square hole defined by the paintings perimeter, as we were looking down into a box containing people, which is what the subway is, after all.
Salem MBTA station, just after a lengthy renovation. Traveling on that train was a trip into the 19th century. Non-raised platforms, too many conductors, no automation of any kind, manual ticket collectiing and purchasing, no turnstyles, non-electric diesel trains, chad-making ticket punches, no roof, no sound-proofing, unimaginative seating layouts. The only thing that wasn't 19th century was the punctuality, which was awful.