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28" x 22"
I like rain. When I moved to California from Washington, D.C. and landed in a seven-year drought, I was made doubly aware of the dryness in the surroundings. I missed rain. I missed the sound of rain and the stillness of rainy days. In “Rain in Metropolis,” I wanted to paint the late spring rain and the nostalgia expressed by Ishikawa Takuboku in the following poem:
“Memory of the rainin the fields of my home town,of pale purple potato flowerssoaked in the rain…rain… in metropolis.”
Courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Larkin.
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