LaBrona Anchors Our Perception In The Abyss of Human Primality. Borrowed from both Mexican Mural styles and Picasso's Primitive facial topographies, we begin this February exposition with a glimpse into Mankind's Empty Stocking Fund of Violence and Compassion thrown together in an amazing and revealing study on this humble freight car. LaBrona explores Empathy, Compassion and Cruelty in one fowl swoop of his charcoal and pastel "take" on adding intellectual emphasis where it's most needed: on the Bomber's Blackboard. Funny, huh? How most Taggers are simply concerned with Making a Bigger and Brighter Ego-centric Exposition of "I Was Here", while folks like LaBrona explore themes more elusive and more rewarding as well.   This has top marks in SEZ1's Hall of Fame.  This is nice work, no matter which way you cut it.

After LaBrona, most things seem Mundane.  So, we continue to look for Meaning and Wellness between the flamboyant cracks in the Armor of the Ego.

But since Cheeto appears to cheer up our sodden disposition, we can't help but spit out our cookies one more time for this Evasive Miscreant who Brightens both Boxcars and Beaches with his famous and predictable sig.

That's it. 

The rest is Stars'n'Stripes that you could find in either ToothPaste or in Patriotic American literature - it's all the same sparkle.

the next little Design is found on the walls of the local Squamish Nation Indian Tribe land that surrounds the famous Rail Tracks in Northern Vancouver.

CN must tread lightly here, because this land is owned and administered by Aboriginal Folks who may just decide to build a casino on your Grave-Yard.  And we don't want any more Gun-battles, like they have back east.  We're in Lotus Land here, and we believe in Peace between all Nations.  Dig?

This one on the right looks sort of like a ClothesLine On Fire, but I've been known to be somewhat "biased" in my observations.

Moving right along:.

We end this nondescript Tag-Farm with a Celebratory Piece signed by "Fatso", sporting a funny face and a theme titled, "Thirst" or similar.

Fairly self-explanatory, one must THIRST for the goods, or one must settle for the BADS.

That's the way God made it, my little Cookies, and that's the way We Eat it.

Don't worry - there are better things to come.