This wheatpaste, in an alley off Van Ness, is by a recognized artist, though I don’t remember his name. He had a show at the White Walls gallery. It’s pasted up so high I couldn’t get a good shot of it.Different alley, different wheatpaste, same subject. He’s a martyr, a local saint. As a kid, I remember seeing him on TV, and he always seemed happy. This makes him look like he had braces.When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way…This wheatpaste depicts a dumpster, with spot-on accuracy. Except the sticker should read ‘Pezo’, not ‘Peso’.San Francisco tried having more public restrooms, but people took up residence, and some were used in drug dealing and prostitution. These alleys really stink, it’s an intractable urban problem. But this sign worked like magic. Now the alley smells of apples and cinnamon.