Oil on linen, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

This painting is a scene I know well. As an adolescent I spent many hours waiting for buses, my mother has epilepsy and is unable to drive so from a young age if I wanted to go somewhere, I had to rely on myself.
Growing up, the bus stop was always filled with people reading books or listening to 'walkmans', not so different from now, seeing most people with their nose in a phone.
This painting as with many others painted by me is about capturing a moment in time. I have distorted a few details here and there to create a narrative. What it's about exactly is up to you, I've left you all the clues.