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Billy, did you see the 35 meter high mural by Inti for Urban Forms in Lodz? All kidding aside, these goats are huge! Entitled “I Believe in Goats,” the massive piece features Inti’s recurring character as alien shepherd surrounded by five of the hollow-horned mammals. Floating over the composition are wire-frame symbols for currency and religions of the world – along with a few other mystical markers. No we do not know what it all means. But we’ll bet you a buck it all makes sense if you look at it in a mirror over your shoulder. Just check out the signature.
INTI. Urban Forms 2013. Lodz, Poland. (photo © Urban Forms/Michał Bieżyński)
INTI. Detail. Urban Forms 2013. Lodz, Poland. (photo © Urban Forms/Michał Bieżyński)
INTI. Detail. Urban Forms 2013. Lodz, Poland. (photo © Urban Forms/Michał Bieżyński)
More on BSA about Urban Forms:
Urban Forms in Lodz, Poland Ready To Go
Urban Forms 2013: ROA Goes First in Poland
Inti Hits 11 Story Building in Lodz
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