During the last few weeks, I've been tearing the guts out of my closets as I've moved rooms about in my loft. While I've been considering paint colors and organization containers, this is what my friend's husband did to her home:
This is a far cry from the Victorian "painted ladies" found in Oak Park.
But seriously, I find this to be a fascinating mural. Strange at first sight, it has left me pondering his meanings and motives for days. Like a rare, good movie, I can't get it out of my head.