These images were captured over a decade ago, and the work itself couldn’t have been done much over two years before. As to who painted them, I have no clue. Some seem to be by the same hand or set of hands, others don’t fit at all. When I first saw them they seemed wonderful: brilliant and exotic, bringing life to that sad old lonely street. And that wonder persists.
The green and purple abstract piece is my favorite. I like them all.