A mural in Cardiff, an area of Encinitas, the next town south of us. I think it’s splendid decay, and so evocative. The white areas are very map-like, yet reaching animal-like tentacles into the area of the flower. The fading colors, the encroaching of the peeling, the sort of bubbling-up of the surface — all provide so much metaphor on just a few square feet of wall. I can hardly imagine it could have been more compelling when it was freshly painted.