I went on an outing by myself today that wasn’t to the grocery store. I walked the Arts District downtown for a bit, scouting locations for the Before I Die wall. I’ll be writing a post about that sooner than later, I hope.
As I was walking down alleys – places that are usually too dark at night when I’m usually in the area – I saw this piece on a meter box. It didn’t fit in with the colorful skulls and naked ladies on the walls.
It makes me wonder what it is that the artist is aware of and why it makes him sad.