Grey Concrete Sidewalk
by Steven McCabe
I finished four deadlines yesterday I began in February when I finished my 33′ X 5′ painting on paper. Now I can do something about promoting this painting.
The amount of work I have done in the last year makes me feel half my age.
I remember when I used to work in schools.
I went for a walk after the rain. Garbage washes over the street in familiar colours.
I see a painting in the tiny art gallery window but when I photograph it clouds appear.
Is this a store security camera monitor? I would splice the discarded ‘evidence’ into an art film.
The Classic Candy Store sponsored a free giveaway of Moirs chocolate at the local (it has been resurrected) theatre in 1927. One day my shadow will vanish forever like a chocolate company.
I used a Sharpie marker in my sketchbook on the subway. The lady in white does not see me. I only see her in the photograph.
I only notice the Celtic manuscript in front of the drugstore parking lot when it begins to fade.
In the elevator at the medical clinic a Taj Mahal-like shape eats away at the cheap paneling.
Now I can do something about promoting this painting.