I saw the article in the paper and promptly forgot about it. Then my friend asked if I wanted to go take a picture of it. I didn’t realize it was so close to where I lived, just west of Dayton on Highway 175.
What a great story! How often do you see the Peter Max version of Toulouse-Lautrec painted on an old barn? Out in the wilds of Iowa, on a barn that is not long for this world? I mean, why would you paint that piece of work for the world to see and know that it won’t last for very long?
Curt Peterson did the work at the suggestion of his mom and dad, Ron and Joan. It was frankly, a lark. Something they did just for fun.
Sometimes that is enough. Not everything has to have more reason than that.