My comrade, sculptor Ernest Hilsenberg, sent me this wonderful sign from his recent travels in Costa Rica. This has pretty much everything I covet in a piece of art. Texture, mystery, distress, elegance. And instructions for what you can and cannot do. Look at the exquisitely wrong letter spacing between the u and the m, the caprice of the flourished N, the vapor of smoke. Not to mention the shimmering ghost of the silver cigarette and the restrained iconography for "no."
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