Page Turning Quiet: the bloom I keep coming back to

A woman reading on a stoop, the colour lifting off her into air—this is the fourth time I have painted this exact angle and I still do not know her name.

A woman reading on a stoop, the colour lifting off her into air—this is the fourth time I have painted this exact angle and I still do not know her name.

The Staten Island ferry crossing became the portrait when I let the braids move.

The dancer spins and the colour stays in the air where her body was.

The fridge glow does all the work if you let it sit there like weather.

Two profiles under the bridge arch, the air between them turning into colour.

A subway profile held tight while the hair and air around her open into bloom.