48" x 40"
In the old days on the streets of Tokyo, the vendors’ songs marked the time of the day. Natto-uri came in the morning, selling fermented soybeans in thick straw tubes. By afternoon, Takezao-ya was calling out the virtues of his bamboo laundry poles. Often he was followed by Medicine Man, whose appearance was heralded by the sound of the metallic drawer handles beating a rhythm against the chest he carried on his back.
Toward evening, the wind-bell vendor came on his tricycle. The sound of his colorful chimes seemed to cool the air. The poet Takahama Kyoshi observed:
“From the evesthe peal of chimes filled the air…the wind is rising.”
I wanted to paint “the peal of chimes” on this canvas.