Painting is an obsessive scramble to grab hold of something that is slippery and elusive. When a piece works it is obvious yet hard to describe why. 

When I first moved to New York City I got a small motorboat and dock space and at the 79th Street Boat Basin on the Hudson River in Manhattan.  I’ve spent the last 33 years exploring and painting the varied wanterfronts of New York Harbor and surrounding waters from my boat.

Somewhat unintentionally I’ve documented many of the changes to NYC over those years. I was initially drawn to a waterfront that was an abandoned and decaying industrial seaport that nature was poetically reclaiming.  

I’m still drawn to that although the pockets of it are receding to the farthest reaches of Staten Island and the Bronx as gentrification and a surging interest in the waterfront are cleaning it up and getting rid of the old ghosts.