Every Day A Bucket Goes Through the World and We Were By the Pool
by Steven McCabe
I wondered about all the ways a bucket
Could go through the world:
Metaphorically, Emotionally, Politically, Sexually.
Physically.
And I wondered about the actions of the process:
Drilling, Lulling, Hypnotizing.
Seducing, Elucidating, Revealing.
Reversing.
To what outcome I asked myself:
In what shape of hole or chasm
Does the bottom fall out?
Is negative space the new positive?
Does the bucket absorb the shape of the earth
And lose itself,
Once or forever?
I asked myself these questions and meditated upon the possible answers.
No I didn’t.
We were at a pool and the girl I liked was on a towel next to me,
And when I said I loved the Bob Marley song
Coming over the loudspeakers
She said she hated it.
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Surreal, whimsical and delightfully magical…you always redirect my seeing and thinking along alternate pathways Steven and usually when I need it the most…thanks for this enchanted scroll…
Hi John, I’m glad this post found you at the right time and the right place. Maybe it found me the same way. Sometimes the bottom just falls out of things. Thanks for these thoughts.
Wow, Steven. I have never seen your work in the context of “found objects” before, but now that I have seen it in this post it makes sense, more sense than M Duchamp’s arbitrary selections. The elevation is there in a more honest way. It is a lovely reflection.
Hi Jack, I’m not sure the phrase ‘found objects’ entered my thoughts in doing this but it sounds a likely scenario. The sketchbook was actually a sketchbook belonging to one of my students. The art was black and white acrylic with a light green vine. I altered it digitally after photographing it. Then came the bucket, space, and various configurations of abstract realism. Good eye Jack. There was a found object involved.