oil on wood 12” x 12” -  edged framed in black satin finish metal 

"Late Boat Home" might serve as an alternate title for the commute from Manhattan to Staten Island well after the day has ended. There's a well-worn trust that the multiple ricocheting reflections through smudged glare are not apparitions as more personal thought processes or distractions settle in.
The abdication of reality entertains me, like all the dings, beeps and buzzing we hear from sensors, our devices, machinery and vehicles throughout the day without questioning where, what or why. I aimed for the aesthetics and wonder of the utterly confusing array of lights, shadow and repeating images through several layers of fogged windows on an evening ferry. It was so confusing, I decided to just accept what I saw and hope it translated the experience of others.