In a city of factories, foreclosures, and forgotten corners, Tyree Guyton did the unthinkable: He walked away from the 9-to-5 grind, grabbed a paintbrush, and created a gallery in the midst of wasteland.
In abandoned homes, he painted faces.
He stuck shoes to walls, hung dolls from trees, and polka-dotted up an entire block of homes.
Some called it madness.
Others genius.
But no one could deny that it was quintessentially Detroit – raw, revived, and uncompromising.
