A mural, according to the dictionary, is a painting on a wall, which no doubt will derive from the Latin or summat. However, wall-painting goes back even further in time to cave paintings of prehistoric ponies and what-have-you at Lascaux in Southern France.
Then there are those huge gable-end depictions of the troubles in Ireland. A mural is a statement of permanence; it has a place in history ..... well, sometimes ...
I don't think we had such grand thoughts when I did the chip shop in Sherburn, or Rillington Post Office, or the Riding Centre at Snainton (which was the first one I did) - but they are still there!
These days one doesn't have to mix pigment with wet lime plaster as for the frescoes in ancient times, or mammoth dung for cave paintings - B & Q do a marvelous range of colours, in little pots too, if necessary!
Below is a gallery of photographs of some of my muriels in their various locations - if you'd like to see them in the flesh, so to speak, pop along to Sherburn fish shop, or El Gringo's in Malton and have a bite to eat while you do!