any time of year,
day or night. For a city so enthalled with the empty coming-and-going
of trends and trendiness, the beaches afford a refuge for both
party animals and navel-gazers alike. We are reminded of
the womb of the Earth mother and the primal heartbeat of the water
and land making love, in their serene, unrushed ceremony.
Beaches are also places for murals. The properties
lining this little uncivilized stretch of mortality on the west
side of town (David Suzuki's pad included) simply call out for
decoration for their uninspiring derrieres of concrete and mortar.
So here we present the Tagger's creed once again in all
their dizzy splendor.