I have been to many cities. Wherever I go I feel like that place has it's own unique identity, Like us. It has been through so many things...and hiding so many secrets in itself. Sometimes at night, when it is really quiet around here in my home...I wake up and open my window, I hear cacophony coming from a distant highway. I feel like the city which is tired of busy urban life is whispering. It becomes more and more eloquent as it vents. This painting is like a page from a city's diary.