Here is another beautiful paste-up being seen here and there around Chicago.  I found this piece at the corner of Lake and Ashland, slapped up on a supporting leg of the Green Line (noisiest train in Chicago).

I love the conflicts here: the clean red-and-sky-blue palette; the old rusty pipe; the girl’s eternally young, cool, assessing gaze; the peeling, failing edge. Youth, eternity, ruin.  All this on a sheet of paper on an ordinary afternoon beneath the El.