This is the original image of #1 of ‘The 100′ series. Sprayed onto a particularly uninspiring example of city architecture in East Vancouver this single word “going” attracted me because of its carefully inscribed Grade 6 style of writing, so different from most urban wall graffiti. Its simple one word power of mystery, poetic evocation and pathos enchanted me.
I considered the obvious, that this was the beginning so it should also be the end. However, I am placing it at #99, just before the cycle finishes, because I need to contradict the obvious.
I have made some changes to the image and use it here as the penultimate #99. I cropped and added text to the photo creating a poem of sorts, or perhaps more realistically, a primitive chant, of leaving, of departure…The illuminated ‘One’ was unintentional but when it happened it gave me pause…despite our going and separation we are still one, always one, here together…
the song of the sailor raising the sails,
the drums of the warriors leaving forever,
the pounding heart of the refugee,
the hurt voice of lovers
the boots of the restless
embracing the highway,
the cry of the imprisoned
as iron doors crash close,
the breath of the dying
on their final beds of light,
time, seasons, love,
Photo and poem by clinock.
Credit and thanks to the unknown street writer.