Living in NYC and spending hours on the NYC transit Subway system, one might quickly become jaded with the crowds and tunnels and delays. This painting reflects my dark sense of humor despite it all, where during a long late night ride home sleeping heads nodded off creating an illusion of headless passengers; maybe zombies would begin climbing from underneath the vents in the seats; discarded trash is the decor du jour, and strange odors emanate from each station stop. You might even catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window...
