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Monthly Archives: July 2016
Elk Street Art Installation: Downtown Vancouver!
Vancouver Art Installation. City Centre Skytrain Station. Georgia and Granville. Absolutely Stunning Graffiti / Street Art!
Elk for c̓əsnaʔəm
Photo by Cam Andrews
The City of Vancouver Public Art Program is pleased to announce a new artwork for the Canada Line City Centre Station by artist Dana Claxton.
Elk for c̓əsnaʔəm by Dana Claxton, 2015
Vinyl on glass, 2.7 m x 7.5 m
Canada Line City Centre Station
Commissioned by the City of Vancouver Public Art Program
Curated by Rita Beiks
When asked to conceive an original work for this downtown site relating to the theme of c̓əsnaʔəm, the city before the city, Dana Claxton considered pre-colonial landscapes and animal nations such as elk, deer, bear, beaver, mink, raccoon, skunk and wolf populations that circulated through these lands by their own natural logic. In particular, elk forms a crucial aspect of First Nations subsistence and spiritual economies. In the artist’s Lakota Sioux community they hold power as a source of…
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Tears – Nina
Do I even realize the tears I cry
Can I see or even feel myself tremble in fear
Do I conceive the solitude of my mind
The scapegoats and mechanisms
And how long I’ve been holding this breath
Can I not go out of my body and take a look
At a lost soul, drowning in depth?
-Nina
JR IN LONDON… Graffiti
Thug Life.
The rambling concrete – Nina
I’m beautiful with Audacity, “They call you Shade?!” He said. ” You’re shaded indeed…”. She’s nice with the raps. In depth, the homies in disguise he liked to say…
I’m up many hours before the sunrise to explore myself. Dreaming of fleeting escape, no longer trapped. The raindrops scatter my city and it won’t be long before I’m unseen in the masses; trainbound. You don’t need fare for the Zion train just hop on board.
I’m beautiful with audacity indeed. I love my markers and spray paint; my skateboard and my slap sticker collection of winking flowers and dripping calligraphy. My magnum markers leave them to manage the damage; I’m constantly redecorating the City.
I’ve found my comfort in the dark places and euphoric ignorance. Through the streets and alleyways, trains and buses. I watch this shit twists and turns over many years amongst this science of drug trade…
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Dream Poetry – Nina
The wandering subconscious;
Abstract and poetic symphony
Into the depths of mystery
Taking me away; departing once again
My dreamcatcher bends time and unravels the other realm
I don’t know where I am going this time…
And this time…
The only time…
When time is irrelevant; non existent
Hymms of darkness; I listen.
Kaleidescope focussed
Eyes closed; I see everything that was once unnoticed
My existence is reminiscent but non-concrete
Like a blindfolded painter; blind unknown
But residing in an Oasis
My life formed a basis
When I close my eyes; its realized my mind designed
All of these creations.
So I arise from the depths each morning and rejoyce
Answer the phone
And hear my lovers voice
So happy to be alive
I have no other choice.
Nina
Searching
I wrote this?! @_@ Reblogg*
She was the emotional type, Unsure if she’ intro or extroverted.
She didn’t know if she wanted to volunteer or do crime ;at times it’s worth it.
She didn’t know if the world is real, standing still, if she’d grown up ,or was still just a kid.
She didn’t know if she’s good or bad, happy or sad and she REALLY never knew all the things that she had.
It’s because she didn’t know that she continued to grow.
Searching for answers.
That she never would know.
Nina
Real Monastics
Neither going about naked, nor with matted locks,
nor filthy, nor fasting, nor lying on the ground,
nor smearing oneself with ashes and dust,
nor sitting on the heels in penance,
can purify one who has not overcome doubt.
Even though one be well attired, yet if one is poised,
calm, controlled and established in the holy life,
having set aside violence towards all beings,
one truly is holy, a renunciate, a monastic.
―Buddha Shakyamuni
Big ups SDK Snak Graffiti – KEEP6 2013 – Stompdown Killaz – Song by Snak The Ripper “The Mirror”
Keystyle freestyle writing. – Nina
I don’t know what to write. Impose a rule on myself to just compose and type
; like I suppose your right. Here it goes; in flight.
Im not complaining simply explaining that a lot of my days are draining me driving me insanely, plain to see that my mind is somewhat aimlessly;and broken.
I wish I was calmer are more soft spoken.
My girlfriend says I was in a better place mentally when I was living in the homeless shelter.
Shes right; its like I do better surrounded by… lives like mine but whatever.
Now is the only moment; so: hold it…
I Do not condone any of my past it’s already done so don’t quote it.
Nina
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