It was a cowboy crooner, singing in that sad, down on his luck way with a very sonorous voice. Sad.
“I’ll be stoned for Christmas.”
Maybe a different head, “Artist Unknown?”
I’v linked here before, but it’s a favorite image, Virgen de Guadalupe.
What heightens my appreciation for that one piece? The building it was on, I got that picture several years ago, but the building has been “redone,” perhaps not in a flattering light, and the empty shell is now three “loft-style” apartments. Condominiums. Expensive, very expensive real estate.
Why that art means so much – to me: rent asunder to make way for “progress.”