We take you back. It's all in the way you listen - is it not ? Well speaking and listening are cousins twice removed. The stern school-master pictured on the left is an example of the many one-way conversations in our society. People seem to thrive on this: look at me, listen to me, pay attention to the car I drive and the shoes I wear. I may be nothing beneath my Designer Exterior, but it's certainly got your attention, hasn't it?

We begin with a monkey wrench in heat, a message from "jest" or Jesus - whichever is cheapest - that your microwave is calling you long-distance. Set amidst a ring of Purple Fire, which scores high on the Buddhist Color Wheel - it sings a Broken song.

So: let's go home and call it a night.

Damn! More work to do!

We're gettin' into shit that's a trifle more lively now; somewhat better than a memorial to an Exlax Bar.

Somehow, this one is the Ram of Aries (or the "Air of Ramses"), prancing right into the front page of your Jehovah's Witness Bible Tract.  This one actually LEAPS right onto your bed and makes wild love to your eyeballs.

A unique an interesting blend of Traditional Tagger's Blue and Sexy Orange.  We're startin' to git them juices flowin'.

A couple more nondescript "runners up" and we'll move on to Egypt and Other more Spiritual Realms.

This curious Nagual-Inspired creation is signed by the "Arts In Action Society"; tag-line written in Spanish.	Another warning from the People of Atlantis: "your Sushi is coming back to life". LEVI, VEX & JOB1 take claim to this Hexagram of goodwill.	An Ope-like creature following the unique character lines of many excellent pieces stretching from Downtown alleyways to the cliffs of Casablanca.

Okay, tribes and pussycats: more cartoons.  These were running rampant on the shelves of graffitiland 2 or more years ago.  They may have been erased by now: who ever goes out to Jericho to look anyway?

Hiding behind the shade of a Eucalyptus Tree, these little fluffy pontoons are quite a marvel for sore eyes.  Kind of like a kid's story book.   Just add Magic™, and it all comes true!

There's something about the hands and arms of these demented symbols - the gestures they make describe some of the subtle emotions of the spoiled human ego.

I recommend this artist to team with LaBrona of Trains Fame and come up with an Easter Egg for Picasso.  It CAN be done.

Further down the hidden and sweet wall of tears: "Beach Bums" signed by Relax in 2002.  A helpful addition to the festive history of the Royal Vancouver Yacht Club and all it's Sunday Diners.  A short and snappy round of applause for Relax for another of his many Zen-like and Karmicly-Balanced productions. (clik on Relax for Even More Relaxing Visual Orgasms).

Kind of a little distorted by Sun and Beer, but nonetheless, we proceed.  This lovely lantern on the left is somewhat reminiscent of the Blue Sphinx and Songs of Whales, but it's a StandAlone gem anyway.

Not sure what it all means, but someone somewhere cares.

Besides, it's almost Christmas at the Beach and you can wear your hair any shade of Blonde you want!

We end this installation with another Cartoon from Ope (I hope), something of a Giddy Mama or a lean anorexic version of "Aunt Jemima".  Pancakes for lunch and girls for free.

Well... there's one more. I was tempted to ask my Astrologer about this one, but I'm walkin' the tightrope here. It clicks on the left for the Fully Monty Sez1 Panamoric Seizure without epileptic medication.  Do it and pay later. I don't have a clue what it means or what it is screaming.  Sometimes it's good to ask little kids that type of stuff. They can see clearly in times of duress.

Okay, now we're leaving you for sure. You've been good today: you get the Milk Chocolate Mars Bar of Love!

Some things are just a treat to the eyes.  We know not this miracle, but we grow it every day in our pots of hope. Charity, faith, love, the nurturing constant of female rhythm.  Although a little Biblical in its demeanor, we can't help but think that taggers, like all conscious beings begin to purge and question the infiltration of religious moral programming as an uncomfortable overlay to the pure consciousness that understands all forms and lurks in the central portions of all peoples: artist or not.

We leave you to meditate on this wheel of color.
NAMASTE

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