Times Square Station, a Wednesday in time, 8:30 AM So sad, no one naps on the subways nowadays. cc: Chagall 2022
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The winter of 1964 on the north side of 11th Street between Avenues A & B
Snowflakes syncopate heavy jazz beats atop froZen garbage can lids.
Chagall 2013/2018
When I am tired but inspired
I turn minimalism
Chagall 2015
In a dream about 1967, inside Tompkins Square Park looking out towards Avenue A
My Dad’s at the bus, has a Daily News, turns, then waves to me and smiles.
1963 Alphabet City, between 6th & 7th, south of Tompkins Square Park
Oolong tea two sugars – I’m back! Charlie’s Chinese on Avenue B.
© Chagall 2014
14th St & Avenue A, LL train on its way to Brooklyn
Rat jumps platform, rasta blows joint, oblivious rush hour crowds – My stop!
© Chagall 2014
Essex Street fabric store
Maury – honestly – the plaid’s beautiful too . . . the shark-skin . . . take them both.
© Chagall 2014
Friday night, Autumn 1969 – Kitchen of a railroad flat, 12th St. off Avenue B, across from 12th St Park
Ruth’s aproned mom, tostones, hot oils, sopa de mondongo, floured curves.
© Chagall 2013
Summer, 1963, 13th Street between Avenues A & B, across from the A&P
Old man scrapes cherry-lemon-chocolate ice, dime scoops, youth, starched white cups.
© Chagall 2013
February 23, 1960 – at the demolition site of 55 Sullivan Place, Brooklyn NYC (Ebbets Field)
Friggin’ Branca. Feel sorry for him? That’s the day I broke my knuckles!
© Chagall 2013
Alphabet City 