8" x 6"
oil on canvas board
As you come into 30th Street Station on the train from New York, just before you get to the station, there is this space. Nothing is there except for the shadow, the trash can and a pile of trash. But there are hints of other places. The car is just beginning to cross the bridge, the space under the bridge is leading somewhere, and there are just a glimpse of Philadelphia sky scrapers in the distance. The tracks in the foreground are headed home. It is a space pregnant with possibilities.