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This is a chronologian index
of journeys along the tracks from 2002 onward. Mostly shot
in North Vancouver, New Westminster, Downtown. Always being
upgraded, just like the quality of BC Bud. |
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A combination of Anarchy, Architecture, and
Angst. The silent iron-oxide mammoths reveal their spiritual
geometry with handy buttons pushed in Paint Shop Pro to make
you feel like the drugs you took last night are still fresh. |
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This focuses solely on the silent and luminous
anatomy of the mammoth vessels as highlighed by an index
finger on the button of a Canon A80. A nifty and perfect tool
for shooting street'n'track art. |
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These are caricatures and cartoons portraying
humans, animals and nomads of the underworld. Ghastly and
cute, these dear little smiles help us through the most difficult
parts of our day. |
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Because the crafty and sullen "train
police" refuse to let me sneak in and shoot the #2 train
in-behind the #1 train, I have to gawk between the box-cars with
my Canon Eyeball. I do see some voyeuristic secrets through
these decrepit key-holes... |
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The Writers of Rust & Dust. Kudos
and Hats off to all the Phreaks and Crews who entertain us by transforming "Dinosaurs" into "Eye-Sores".
Just kiddin'. These are the hallowed Name-Tags of the folks who
bring Rust out of the Dust. |
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Another really fascinating aspect of TRAINS is
the little chalk and pencil scratches that appear like jail-cell
heiroglyphs all along the box-cars. Mostly written by crafty
train-workers, these little gems are true Freudian insights into
the gruesome routines of "lives on tracks". |
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Whole Cars is whut it is. "Whole
Cars". That's when the crew does it up right and dresses
up the whole damn show. They're kind of rare. But they
make the jaw drop. They are exactly the "creme-de-la-creme" of
the box-car brushers. If you get a Whole Car up, you've made
the trip to Planet Krylon and back! |
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Graf is both good and bad. I can't
help shoot the "bad" sometimes, just to say to all you
aspiring Spraycan Novices: "here's what NOT to do". These
are sometimes Chemical-affected People ("CAP's"), Angry
and Disaffected Youth ("ADY's") or else imbibers of "Liquor-Store-Fish-Paint". Either
way you spell it, it's Clean-up material for Mike and the Anti-Graf
Club. |
10: CREWS! |
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Crews are what make some of the bigger pieces -
and the more worthwhile pieces - a reality. Good Bombing Science
is Teamwork to the max. Tip your hat to these dudes - they
defy the law every day just for you! |
11: DOPE SHIT! |
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Dope Shit is Fresh Shit. Know what that Doggie
Bag Smells like? Dope shit. No more trips to the convenience
store while you wait in line listening to people ranting into cell
phones. Now you get the Doggie Bag sans le dogg! Fresher than kibbles
& bits. |
12: NIGHT TRAIN |
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Night-time. Reduces the fat on souls who need
trimming. Trims the edge off consciousness, memory and shame. A
journey into Limited Light and Unlimited Creative Angst. Join
us for tea on the tracks. |
13: GALLERIES |
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Friday Night. You've had too much coffee. Your
fingers won't stop tapping. There's no music in your mother's
fridge. Only one thing to do: shoot some heroin and look at graffiti
pictures wobble. Have fun, then go to Wendy's for Chilli. |