The airplane circled Manhattan to land at LaGuardia. The unfolding view was breathtaking. The estuary of the Hudson
River was bathed in a warm afternoon light and as far as I could see the city spread before me—wharves, ships,
bridges, tunnels, railroads, office towers, apartments.
I decided I wanted to paint all of this and spent the next few days walking, looking and sketching. At ground level
the city is all smell and sound and movement. I began to see New York as a pulsing body with its roads as arteries,
its buildings as an armored skin, the moving water and the sky as a breathing lung, an open space of intense light.
New York
The airplane circled Manhattan to land at LaGuardia. The unfolding view was breathtaking. The estuary of the Hudson River was bathed in a warm afternoon light and as far as I could see the city spread before me—wharves, ships, bridges, tunnels, railroads, office towers, apartments.
I decided I wanted to paint all of this and spent the next few days walking, looking and sketching. At ground level the city is all smell and sound and movement. I began to see New York as a pulsing body with its roads as arteries, its buildings as an armored skin, the moving water and the sky as a breathing lung, an open space of intense light.