Painting the Picture... Poorly.

I can't help but notice that some signs have gone up in and around the south side of Edmonton. All of them proudly say "PAINTING" and the lady or gentleman's telephone number boldly displayed underneath.

All these signs feature an attractive shade of blue poster board, and to contrast this, the artist has written on the sign with snowy white letters.

He has chosen a folksy paintbrush: One that leaves brush marks and drips, creating an "Aw Shucks, Mr. Wilson" down-home feel. Or maybe a "Very Good, My lil' Special Guy" nuance. Some might even say that if the artist was painting with their brush firmly shoved in his or her mouth/toes/[insert random naughy orifice here], that would be a top-drawer job.

Just yesterday, I saw a man stealing one of the signs... Perhaps to sell it on eBay, or to put it in their gallery (art or facebook, you choose). Nevertheless, it will always remind me of what it really means to make a simple advertisement unforgettable: Irony.