I can never resist a well painted sign on a wall. I don't need to understand what it says or what it means. It's the flow of the letters and the shapes and patterns it embroiders on the surface : to me it is as beautiful as a Fallen Madonna or a Sacred Triptych. It probably has something to do with the fact that my father was apprenticed to a sign-writer. But the apprenticeship only lasted for half a day : so maybe not.