The Krimson Kourt looks like any other: A place of Autumn's Delightful Tears, and the scarlet dreams of dying trees.

But, up-close in this mid-city sanctuary, there's some phenomenal artwork offered to you, the visitor.

It's mainly about a Scarlet Seagull and a Crimson Cat.  And of course the Bombs In-Between.  Although it's not a huge piece of real estate, it's very high on the scale of quality, imagination, creativity and hallucination.

We'll show a few shots of the highlights.

Upon your first delicate steps on the Tarmac, you greet a sweet "HE-something" with a goofy, but welcoming grin.  Humor goes a long way in the Dreary labrynth of a rain-logged Vancouver.  Next, on the other side of the fence, is a huge bomb by "ADZ" or "AD3", depending on your leanings toward either Cantonese or Mandarin.  AD3's full PANORMIX PORTRAYAL is linked to the pic below as well.

AD3's tag - albeit simple silver and black on emerald highlights, is an impressive marriage of simplicity and style. Understated, serene and "established".  Sort of like a Zen Buddhist retreat for overweight Ironworkers.

At the Far End of things we have a Calming Pastel Study, foisted on us by "Snak, Smerk, Dinot" and others with less pronouncable handles.  Kudos to them all for breaking out of Uncle Sammie's Red, White & Blue testosterone-enriched color wheel.  I won't consult our normal Colors'r'Us Oracle, but I will offer that this piece would still the restless mind of anyone taking heavy anti-psychotic medication for extended periods of time.

Thank you for that.

Thanks to Bill Bake for his informative website outlining some of Vancouver's top crews. Credit for this piece goes to SAL CREW, composed of AKEWS, CINCO, FUNK, MENTOS, SUPER, STEAK, TASQ, TOFU. How about a vegetarian dog biscuit for dessert?

The Red Cat piece begins with a Blue Bomb (yes, I'll forgive the color - the style is superb!  (After all, King Tut is a TOTALLY BLUE piece that puts Lotusland on the Tag Map forever!)

Followed thereafter by Shorty The Scarlet Seagull - another wondrous Android Creature of the Pre-Limbic Psyche.  What kind of Cactus buttons inspired this dream, we will never know.

This demented and wonderful creature seems also to be a toaster with a highway center-line adorning its girth.  Whatever the Jungian interpretation, I am totally consumed by this piece.  It ranks with the Pharoh, let it be known.

One more Blissful Labatt's Blue for You, Magoo.  Nice Lines, Nice fades, nice curves, nice Turtles.  Take LSD, and just simply watch the wall all night.  You'll never go back to CTV, I promise!

 

 

Now, right in the center of this mural, is a tag seeming to say, "Mammal Link" (please don't say 'animal rights' to me, please, please...!) or maybe "Kammal Kink" or maybe ... ?  Huh?  The next item on the agenda is one more Crazy Blue Bomb, followed by what you've all been anticipating: the Crimson Cat.

 

Once again - drugs would help - but I admit, they were forgotten at the Cobalt Hotel. Just plain good stuff, is all I care.  If my eyes aren't sore, it's a winner.

The Cat, HerSelf.  Proud Mistress of the Taj Mahal.  Sensitive Spirit Animal of the Suburban Sweat Lodge.  Puss'n'Boots with a Persian Carpet on her toes.

Anything goes.

It's Primal Archetypal Cranial fortitude at its best.

But alas, note the Cubical Cancer Nodule forming on Scarlet's derriere.  Cubical Cancer is tough to beat - even with an organic vegetarian Tijuana Clinic Meal Plan.

We hope the tumor is benign and that this Pussy has 9 Long lives left before she departs for Havana.

As our 2nd-to-last gesture for you, sacred Reader, we give you the Full Monty.  The Scarlet Seagull and Krimson Cat, all dressed to Kill in Sez1's Panoramic Viewmaster Supreme!  Thanks to Bill Gates and Anne Landers, we can all now CONNECT as fellow humans and lovers of Wall Sport at it's best!!

That's about all she wrote.  As a final appertif, however, we present several short sips of afterthought fragments, taggers sacred baby dreams, as they fall into Liquid Dreemland for one more Ride On The Storm, one more Long Night in KrylonLand...

Funk-Da-World is still forgotten?	Bad Breath, no dount	Oh to live on Cloudy Mtn
"No Wotty's Guy!" I hope not.		All numbers, no names.

And... we're good to go.  Once Again.

Thanks to all my television viewers for putting up with my Bad Poetry, Chronic Negativity, Stale Sarcasm and Occasional Spelling Mistakes.

We all live and learn.

Or live and Burn.

Or Give and Turn.

Or Love and Yearn.

Or put the Toilet Paper on the roll the WRONG WAY AGAIN ... JESUS!!  It's a Fish!!