I love graffiti. I’m always on the lookout for it when I’m cycling. A few weeks ago, when I was in Portugal, I saw this work on the side of an old garage near the town of Fuseta. It stopped me in my tracks. I love the images of the horse and cacti. It’s like a scene from a spaghetti western. The colors are ravishing: marsala, ochre, lavender, orange, tan, hints of pale blue. That old armchair with the deep russet cushion is part of it, as are the other mysterious objects. The brick pattern, the flecked paint. It’s an amazing assemblage! My eyes devoured it.
Monday, March 30, 2026
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