Was at a new local coffee shop and liked this sort-of 3D sculpture:
Thought it was just swell right up the point I read the title card that said: "Rasta Tunnel." Lame sauce!
Speaking, my parents did this painting in about 1962 and it hung at Aunt Nola's until she moved to Columbus in 2009. Oddly misshapen Amish kids! Shout it! Don did the whole thing, then Fran did the faces. The Bride was suitably mortified when it found its way home with me and tried to bury it under the limestone basement floor; however, Gabe and li'l Cait took pity and stuck it up in their swank digs, where it takes on a creepy John Waters-ish aspect. Dig!
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