“Her jacket pockets, / Turned inside out, / Releasing fears of the colour blue.”
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This street poem appeared one day under the Cambie Street bridge in Vancouver. Two weeks later it was gone. I have no idea who the artist / poet is, or who ‘allowed’ it to be. If it was a sponsored, local government arts initiative, I am surprised and impressed. I love this idea of transient art. Like drawings on beach sand, erased by the incoming tide, or conceptual art made with seeds and rapidly eaten by birds – this poem is a fleeting moment in time. It is the antipodes of classical art that has survived for centuries, protected in churches, museums and galleries. One sees it or one doesn’t – it is there and then it is gone. The same process occurs with much of street art and graffiti. It is created, stays for awhile and then is power washed or ripped away. Is this the new conception of art?