I love this for what isn't in it. Wires, windows etc. Pushing abstract.

I tried to find the place where they store these in South Boston several times, and eventually did. Such strange creatures.

A view from the office where I worked in Portland Street, Boston. One of a series of people in the rain. This is the only one left. Soon, it could be yours.

A "crowd" painting. Probably should've called it "backpacks" seeing it now.

Remember those pre-COVID non-social distancing days? I loved the splash of that red dress among the blues, browns and blacks.

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.

PROJECT: ”North Station Tourists” VitalSource, 200 Portland Street, Boston

Visual reference was collected from what can actually be seen from the conference room. A variety tourists, traveling in open-topped buses along the adjacent Causeway Street.

I'm standing with my back to Park Street station. I've painted a couple of versions of this. Winter light.

I though that star on her bag was a reference to China's flag, as this is Chinatown. But actually it's the Macys logo. My work had moved to Chinatown, which afforded me to see it with new eyes.

I've painted this underpass several times. It's already history. The whole area has been redeveloped, and it no longer exists as depicted here. I love that. One day it will no doubt seem like those paintings Childe Hassam did of Boston Common.

After a painting by Childe Hassam

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.

I actually painted this as demo.

Porter Street, Boston, MA