Where there is depression era construction of public buildings in California inevitably you’ll find WPA murals. My new home seems to support that. Even if they’re not technically WPA they still evoke the style.

Walking down the hallway to my apartment one can almost feel the presence of the Joads. Get back in the truck Rosasharon!

As you turn the corner to my place.

That blank space is just begging for a contemporary update. Perhaps by an artist in residence.

Reminds one of a bad Bette Midler movie. OK, let me be more specific. Beaches. When she does her horrific avant-garde musical “Industry.”

Now Donnie Darrell, you know what the FAA told you about pullin’ them planes out of the sky.

Titian like color.

Giotto like expression. Caitlyn like feet.

Refurbished trim.

Music to lure the student, makes them more open to unorthodox teaching methods. Yeah, that’s it, teaching methods.

Mixed messages and I’m not getting either of them.

It’s not much but we call it home.