I watched this fellow for a couple days while staying in Orizaba, Mexico. The haphazard painting on the abandoned building seemed to mean something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I asked the man if I could take his photo and he seemed very proud to be asked as he gleefully agreed. And, then I stood back… across the street and watched him add more daubs of paint here and there. He’d then pose himself… almost as an element in his own painting… along the sidewalk.
Passersby paid him no heed. Very strange.
Eventully some ol’ woman came up to me and asked why I was watching that crazy man. She said he does this everyday. He paints a little blob on that old building… then stands in front of it as if he’s “somebody”. Crazy man! You should stay away from him.
“Crazy”? I don’t think so… I say, Brilliant!!!