You know how at most hotels, the art is some landscape painting in an "ornate" frame depicting either Spring or Fall, depending on the colors in the room bedspreads?
Well, at the Perry Hotel in Petoskey, the art is so seemingly random and bizarrely awesome, that I kind of have it mentally bookmarked as my inspiration should I ever be so bourgeois as to have an art collection not consisting [solely] of framed calendar pictures.
While wandering the halls, I came upon this
I don't know why but I kind of love him. Maybe because that's how I look most Monday mornings? The grim resignation over the bird on his head echoing my expression when the cats pull at my hair at 3am?
Then, on another floor, rounded a corner and saw this grand dame.
Someone fell off her ship, methinks.
When I have my future secret passageway, I think she'll be perfect to conceal the entry.
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