Creek is actually a river - of sorts - mostly
in the spring thaw when the mountain comes down to join
the Sea. It carves a deep gorge just under the
Trans-Canada highway, where - tragically, in unrelated
incidences - two young men fell into a gap between the
double overpasses and plummeted to their deaths. Completely
unnecessary deaths on the scale of things. But "justice,
wisdom and foresight" are rarely bed-fellows, so
the gaping crack took literally decades for pig-headed
politicians to come to grips with.
In the meantime, North Van Taggers were
madly at work. Until very recently, there have been
candles burning in memorials under the bridges for the
lost lads, as well as a slew of talented Art Crimes for
the local werewolves to gawk at.
Other people go down there to walk their dogs, others
to meditate and gain enlightenment. The River feeds
us all, one way or another.
from the Tragic, theres color and Magic.MOSQ
CK was one of the earliest archelogical digs in TagLand
locally. If you've got a low-light camera and a
pet dog to scurry with you, you're loggin'.
Possibly due to the private nature of the bridge underpinnings,
Taggers could get their pieces up without worries of
Police, Military or Ambulance Intervention. We
show you a series of pieces, taken spanning 2 years of
romantic August nights.
WeJi and Bunny Shrinko (not
present at this time) examine Bombing Exhibits and discarded
On the far right, Huey & Co leave our retinas
bewildered with Electric Metal garments on a concrete
we sharpen our pencils and charge up our transistor radios,
plan on visiting us at Mosquito
Creek Boot Camp in the
near future. We'll
be digging thru the past, lobbing projectiles into the
future, and chowing down in the moment called "now".
Bunny Shrinko is on extended Leave Of Absence, leaving
the default documentation to WeJi and Hazbro. We
aim to please.