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 Transit Oil on Canvas 30" x 22"	Obedience Oil on Board 41" x 15.5	23rd Street dyptich oil on canvas 60" x 22"
The Platform oil on canvas 48" x 16"	Going Home Underground 96" x 7.5"	Between Stations oil on canvas 36" x 16"
Going Home Elevated Oil on Board 12" x 97""	Subway, view #1 38"' W 16" D 12" H	Subway, view #2 38"' W 16" D 12" H
Subway, view #3 38"' W 16" D 12" H	Subway, view #4 38"' W 16" D 12" H	Please Stand Aside view 2 Low Fired Clay
Please Stand Aside view 3	Intimate Strangers view 1	Intimate Strangers view 2 Low Fired Clay
Intimate Stranger view 3 Low Fired Clay	Intimate Strangers view 4