"Every city is a dulcimer
that plays its chorus against our ears."
-- Hafiz
This painting is entitled Hoboken Memories: the photos are of my paternal grandparents, and the shapes are reminiscent of the view from the roof outside their apartment where my grandmother hung her laundry. The dulcimer I remember most from those days (the site is now a parking lot) is the early morning clatter and grinding rumble of the garbage trucks and the mournful blast of the ship's horns in the distant harbor...
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