I love seeing this artist put his work up in NoHo with tape, free to nature’s elements, free to be taken, free to be tossed away, free to be admired. He put these on a new, awful building on Bowery on May Day.
Found on a visit to storage last night. I wondered if my father had played it years ago. He couldn’t remember at first where it came from. He later recalled finding it among other things left behind in the garage of the house he bought in 1977 in the Catskills. I don’t think he ever learned to play it, but held on to it after all these years.