Again with The Promenade. As you can tell, it was clearly one of my favorite places while I lived in New York City.
I happen to love symmetry, which you will see as a recurring theme in my art. One thing I love about this image is that it seems like these benches are infinite. In a city so overpopulated and crowded and, at times, downright mean, this was a place to stop and rest on a seemingly never-ending stretch of wood and metal.
Another thing I love about it is the clear evidence of human existence. A sole section of The New York Times rests, soggy, on the closest bench. I spent quite a bit of time creating fiction and crafting images of the person that left this behind.
It was quite a little tale.