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Eric Walters
ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERS
Copyright © 2013 Eric Walters
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Walters, Eric, 1957-
Tagged [electronic resource] / Eric Walters.
(Orca soundings)
Electronic monograph.
Issued also in print format.
ISBN 978-1-4598-0169-1 (PDF).--ISBN 978-1-4598-0170-7 (EPUB)
I. Title. II. Series: Orca soundings (Online)
PS8595.A598T33 2013 jC813'.54 C2012-907468-3
First published in the United States, 2013
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012952949
Summary: A graffiti artist—the Wiz—takes on the city and the mayor in a fight to save the heart of the community.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
Cover photography by Karlis Dravins
www.orcabook.com
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I'd like to thank Deadboy—
a true artist, a deep thinker
and a real gentleman.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About Deadboy
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Watch your head,
I said as I pulled the wire up to enlarge the hole in the fence.
Julia slipped through the opening.
You always bring us to the loveliest places.
It will be lovely.
You’ve seen it, Ian?
Oswald asked as he followed behind us.
No, but they’re always good, so I don’t know why this one wouldn’t be.
We slid down the concrete slope of the little waterway. At one point it had been a real river with mud banks and plants and fish, and it would have twisted and turned. Now it was as straight as an arrow, trapped between two concrete banks, with no life, more like a sewer than a stream.
How do you even know there’s something down here?
Julia asked.
It came to my Twitter feed.
She shook her head sadly. I can’t believe you spend so much time on there.
"I can’t believe that you haven’t signed up."
I haven’t got time to waste on it.
It’s not a waste. It led me here, didn’t it?
As I said, it’s a waste of time. I’m not seeing anything except nothing, so I stand by my comment,
she said.
It’s under the bridge.
That makes sense,
Oswald added. That’s out of the way, hidden from the road and prying eyes.
I thought I was starting to see something. There was more and more and—
Wow,
I said.
There it was, a painted cliff with a flock of sheep at the top, two tumbling down, one at the bottom, half of it painted right to the waterline of the real river and the rest of it underwater and unseen. Two more sheep were floating downstream, just their legs showing. There was one sheep at the top with a word balloon saying, Didn’t anybody learn to swim?
Well, what do you think now?
I asked Julia.
It certainly is big.
I wasn’t asking you to measure it but to appreciate it.
Ian, at this point all I can appreciate is that it’s big,
she replied.
I turned to Oswald. What’s your opinion?
She’s right—it is big. But in my opinion, it’s pretty good.
Pretty good? It’s beautiful, amazing and incredible,
I said.
This might be the best one. It is a real piece of art,
Oswald agreed.
And what exactly do you know about art?
Julia challenged.
I know what I like.
You like lasagna, but that doesn’t make it art.
First off, I love lasagna, and second off, there is an art to cooking. Edible art may be my favorite kind.
He’s right,
I agreed. Food can be art. There was this sculptor who only used raw meat.
My butcher does that,
Oswald said. You should see the display case in his deli.
No, I’m serious. It was at some fancy museum in London. He made these sculptures out of meat, and then the meat rotted over the next month, and people watched the changing sculptures.
That is seriously disgusting!
Julia protested.
I laughed. I imagine it didn’t smell so good. Lots of people protested against it.
I would have protested that too,
Oswald added.
"You