Skateparks
are where the kids stay out of trouble while the Adults
blow up the Earth. It's where they don't smoke banned substances
(?), but they do end up with major fractures.
Skateparks are where you see impossible gymnastics performed
by people either too young to worry or too old to care.
It's the sound of ball bearings on concrete, the jazz of sprained
ligaments and running shoes.
From colored fences to rocks, the Parkgate
kids have got the color wheel turning. It's a preppie middle-class
condo-land-iminium kind of place, but that don't stop Art from
being Made.
Host plays
"Messy Crayons" with my Klingon Fantasies. A simple
color scheme combined with a "meat & pototoes" upbringing
has benefitted this young tagger immensely.
Clever
and Cool is this rendition of a 3-D piece by whom-knows-what.
The name is unknown, but the colors have earth-tones are Split-Pea
Soup built right in. Makes me want to go the Subway and
order an Alka-Seltzer.
Blue
Bullets and a Spark for the Park Nark. Nice cucumbers,
baby blue! Voluptuous and comical, this little Wall-Art
is getting some good mileage as it works thru the intestines of
my Cerebral Cortex.