He started last November. If your daily travels take you to the west side of 8th and Main, you might have seen Ilya Viryachev. He was in the alleyway, evenings and weekends, rain or shine, painting a giant mural. “It is always daunting to be looking at the blank wall,” says Viryachev,

Wistful birds with giant foreheads are reading thick books, wearing devil suits, balancing oranges on their heads and trying to find a good time to leave. A wild-eyed Zach Galifianikis is playing a tiny, grey piano. Meanwhile, a Yam Roll in cowboy boots is dashing about in a taxi and