Harmonica is a dear friend. He loves me unconditionally. He soothes my saddened heart with his soulful blues, provides a peppy ditty when opportunity knocks (or not) and I can count on him through thin and thick and all my weights in between. He can move me to tears or budge me to dance around like a carefree woodland nymph (quite a sight, indeed).
Harmonica and I do our best to age gracefully. He stays polished and perched with dignity upon his holder. I am less disciplined than he, tending to schlep around grumbling about this or that too late in the day, not knowing where or when to perch. At Harmonica’s urging, I rearrange my attitude. Then I take on a more refined, though slightly comic, presence with my curly chemo do. I assume this pleases Harmonica because his laughter is melodious.
Harmonica’s friendship and my obsession for asymmetry provided me the inspiration to create Harmonica Holder, an assemblage.
