There is an artist in a loft that should have been gutted a long time ago. It is in the city’s aching heart, but nothing about it resembles the steel-and-stuccoed world outside. The ceiling exposes every pipe. Paint comes off the walls in golden curls, revealing a pigeon-colored undertone. Sunlight takes a different slant inside, slashing across…

2017 | Oil paint on canvas | 38 x 42 inches

2017 | Oil paint and encaustic wax on wood | 8 x 10 inches