Found Art

I was staring at a photo of a Chinese lead plant that I wrote about back in November, thinking about walls I'll soon be painting. Aging Chinese walls often looked like abstract paintings, and the wall around the plant certainly had acquired an interesting patina composed of crumbling plaster, smoke and fading slogans.

Suddenly, there in a section of the wall, I saw a clown-like Mao bowing his head, too late for the poisoned children.