Orpheus on the B Train Painting

Orpheus on the B Train When we were really young, our Dad left us and moved to Manhattan. I don’t remember him leaving, but I do remember taking my first airplane trip, destination NYC. Dad picked me up and we took a taxi from LaGuardia to his Upper West Side Apartment (801 West End Ave, to be exact). For a kid from S.C., NYC was magic. There was so much to do. Go right to Central Park or left to Riverside Park. Get chocolate Italian ices. Grab slices of pizza. Watch hotdog vendors load up our hotdogs with mustard and sauerkraut. Dodge panhandlers, dog poop and little old ladies with shopping carts that cursed at me for no apparent reason. And, of course, take the subway. People in suits holding briefcases and the handrails that descended from the ceiling, partially blocking the advertisements of almost embarrassingly, uber sexy women selling liquor and cigarettes. Some read folded newspapers, others stared at the windows, not really noticing the darkness, then the quick bright lights, the darkness, the quick bright lights as the express train passed the local stops. When the train did jolt to a stop, people would rush out, people would rush in, and the train would jump to a start, the smell of grease and metal permeating the air, blending in with the bloopy, loopy graffiti on the walls of the station and the walls above the heads of those who sat on the train – or slept on the train with their heads so far back and their mouths so wide open that frogs could have jumped in. Soooo… all this to explain why I gave this painting the title: Orpheus on the B Train. Here are the reasons why: I hate naming paintings I’m forced to name paintings I asked my brother, Adam (Gilbert), if he’d help me name it for me - so he did.

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:48 W x 36 H x 2 D in

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