In trying to think just how many trains I've painted over the years, I seem to have lost count. I know it's a lot and I know that every time I start a new painting I get flashbacks of when I was a little boy in Brooklyn playing with my train set. Sitting on the floor I would watch my dad set it up, It was then I would disappear into my imagination and be one with the train. I have since forgotten that distinct smell of the oil heating on the electric motor as it went round and round the track, but the memory of it is still there. Maybe that's why I paint so many of them. I get to return to that moment, and if only for a moment, be a little boy once again. (SOLD)
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