Shortly after coming to the United States as a Russian émigré in 1949, the now 96-year-old artist Serge Hollerbach settled in New York City. With sketchbook in hand, he has spent the seven decades since drawing and painting his Upper West Side neighborhood. Tranquil rooftops; receding boulevards; resonant river views. Freeze-frame shots of streets ever in motion: trucks dominating thruways; dogs being walked; homeless people pushing carts; couples sitting across from one another at cafes; cyclists threading traffic; pedestrians hunched against weather. His New York is a place of diversity, shadows, arrested movement, fleeting snatches of loneliness. A place of repetitive, yet poetic, architectural geometries, where even shared participation in the quotidian has an air of solitary yearning. At times, Hollerbach’s New York is a place devoid of people.