How did I miss this post so eloquently explaining the draw of the burning poo and spelling out its relevance for our less cultured posters?
When Willy's work ends up in it's first gallery, I hope that you are around to write the museum labels to better explain this form of high art to the common man.
To help set the mood for this new year, I present the wastewater treatment plant of Detroit burning...
A fitting image, the significance of which needs no words.
Of course I am willing to lend what meagre talents I possess to elucidate one interpretation -- there are innumerable, of course -- of Willy's œuvre
as the genius, like every immortal, is content to remain silent on that point. But let there be no mistake: we are witnessing High Art.