where in the world is "funk-da-world.net"?
We continue our wanderings up the alleys and gutters of North Granville.
Pigeons and toothpicks, condoms and cigar butts. It's a world that even
Jimi Pattison would detest. A dirty job for anyone, finding and selecting
the choice cuts of inner city graffiti- just for you, visiting Tricky
Boy.
Makes you feel more cared-for, does it not?
It's a KD Lang Doll in the
West Ed mall. It's Gomer Pyle on Granville Street. It's wasted
spray paint on garbage bins.
You wear your baseball
cap on backwards, chew on pointed tooth-picks, spit on the pavement
and claim your "turf". Your "turf" is garbage bins?
Are these really YOUR garbage bins? Even if you could have them,
would you want them? If claiming garbage bins got you "points" in
your ball-cap gang, would you really recommend this gang to anybody
else as a "place to hang out and play"? A place to hang
your dirty laundry? A place to vent your garbage?
Humanity comes in such odd colors sometimes.
Yes, it makes us squeak
and squawk like hungry birds on high-tension wires. Yes it makes
us covet, protect and secure our garbage bins. Yes, it makes
us initial our garbage, so you can be sure they know, "it's our
garbage".
We could go on about this, but we won't. "Render unto Wilma,
what is Wilma's..."
Good wall, nice colors, Decent design.
Almost a shame that these are not on the store-fronts, rather than the
store-backs.
Seriously, upper granville is such an eye-sore anyways. I mean,
real piss in the wind baby. Pizza by the slice. Convenience
stores. Ugly theatres. Peepshow arcades. The life of
Brian.
It's mind-boggling to conceive that people actually live this way. And
hang out in these places. No wonder their souls are starving. Eyes
are empty. Pockets full of holes. Broken wisdom, faulty dentures.
The back door, the armpit of
our proud Guardian of the Norm: Capitalism. A place for all who
can lie hard enough to "make it", then the ones who can't lie,
who cant' fit in the jaded slots are pushed out to the fringes,
to live on the edge, to pick thru the refuse of those who drive
arrogantly by in their BMW SUV's.
Stencils are a very cool commodity being used by a small percentage of
street artists. Duncan
Cumming's site in the UK has some excellent
representations of stencil work by various artists.
Epith might just be an "Edith" to you. At any rate it's someone lost
in their head like we all are.
No body, no feelings, no spirit, no emotions, we live in our minds all
day long, all night long, all life long.
Then we die, without ever feeling what being "human" is all about. No
more than machines, most of us. Bubble gum machines. Cigarette
machines. Sex machines. Car machines. Grand Theft Auto
Machines.
To seek and find Substance in this world is a tricky thing. Very
tricky indeed.
The Beany Screamer on the left is a
repeat piece found in other piss-filled and obnoxioius locations
on the Downtown East Side. Center piece is simply spray can dog
art, but asks some noble question-mark, like "who cut my hair?" Piece
on the right is a very cool stencil - click the stencil for SEZ1
PARA-MATIC VIEWPOINT copyright 2006, so don't steal it, you hobo
junkies!
We tend to enjoy Kindergarden and DisneyLand stuff, simply because it's easy to digest and it's fun.
Takes the broken glass and switchblades out of the salad, which helps reduce the need for Rolaids in the morning with your coffee.
And Lewis Caroll -style kidz, possibly by the same artist.
Interesting, colorful and story-book like.
Makes my eyes proud to be a Senior Citizen of the downtown North Side,
the Crack-Ass of Granville street, the hilltop of Democracy in
this crazy, polite nation of Canada. Be it ever so Breezy!
Well folks, looks like we gonna be squeezin' six precious pages outa
this Upper Granville Litter Box. This is th' ending of Page nUmbaA
Four.
More will come, but only when you are ready.
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