As I walked past Beat Street Records in Vancouver, I noticed a quote, or a short poem, or something: All that was, will always have been, somehow never again . I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it messed up my mind for a moment, just like when you watch Inception for the first time, trying to figure out the layers of the dreams. What was, might be, but won’t? Where am I in this thought? After researching, I found out who the artist was behind this poem. His name is Raymond Boisjoly , and he’s a visual and text based artist. If art is suppose to make us linger, to inspire, to imagine, or even to confuse, I guess Mr.Boisjoly has succeeded. I saw it, I thought about it, I researched it, and now I’m sharing it! I decided to include a blurry bike rider just to add a dimension of movement and time…. all that is, will always be, but only for a moment, and then he’s gone!!
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