I know I've had a go at the so-called graffiti artists in town, but the local council's response isn't the most aesthetically pleasing.
Until recently, this shipping container at nearby Smyth Field – who knows what it's for; a demoralising change-room for opposing teams, perhaps – wasn't that much of an eyesore as far as I was concerned:
It now looks like this:
I presume they consider this an historically-sensitive shade of salmon. Or, at a pinch, "terracotta".
I'd call it "lung" myself.
In anticipation of its presumed impending "beautification", I took a photo of this wall, at the same field:
Let's see how long it lasts.
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