My Creations
Bedford Ave.
Bedford's a river, of asphalt and light, Where stories unfold, day and through the night.
A Green Space
Steel and glass rise sharp and wide, but here the trees refuse to hide
Hinterland Getaway
Upstate beauty, fierce and free, is where the heart remembers me
Winter Serenity
The park is still, the sky is gray, soft snowflakes drift and lose their way
Joyous Disfiguration
My city breathes with every stroke — a borough wrapped in paint and smoke.