Saturday, January 26, 2013

art cars, road art

Stop in the name of Driver's Ed. 
 Flames afire, love's desire, higher and higher, overhead, future Bloomingdale trail.
Duct taped, foiled wonders.
 Happiness and gaped-faced awe along Bloomingdale viaduct. 
 Cowboy with neon aura.
Formerly bright green taqueria.


MrBrownThumb said...

I've always thought there wass something awesomely tacky about taco places in Chicago. I used to live in Rogers Park for a bit, and there was a taco place on Howard at the time that tried to get that old Mexico look. They stuccoed the facade to look like a hacienda and planted a bunch of columnar cacti and agaves in the front of the building. Of course being tender succulents they all died when winter came. But I like they they didn't go the mural way and actually tried to make it look authentic, down to the plants.

tess said...

I love that people are compelled to decorate out of bounds up walls promising an out of this world meal, on cars, transforming humble unassuming exteriors into something singular. I felt a pang of sorrow at the demise of the tender cacti. Once I gasped during a Herzog film when a pot of geraniums was set on fire by inmates running amok.