Fruit Stall At Union Square

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24 x 18 inches

Charcoal on paper

2021

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Back when I was living in Manhattan, there was a fruit stall on my daily route home from work. Embarrassingly, I never bought anything from it because it was a bit out of the way from my place. One day, when it wasn't there, a sudden unease washed over me. 

The little stall, amidst the daily hustle and bustle, has long become the pathway home for countless souls, a comforting beacon illuminating the way. In my heart, it's a warm and steady light, a symbol of returning home.

I find solace in the simplicity and tranquility amid the hustle and bustle of city life. Expressing these moments brings me a sense of peace like no other.

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