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December 17, 2023

I Found My Round Boat Hidden in the Rushes

Images tumble into each other like loaves of bread or stones or clouds.

Shrouded with fragrance and translucent vibrations, drawing birds near.

We reimagine memories splashing in the dark.

As the days shorten we create stories to explain reasons and purposes.

I borrowed some images from my ‘long blue painting’ to reconfigure in Photoshop.

My 2022 35′ X 5′ long blue painting (on a roll of Italian mid-weight paper) shown & described in a previous posting: https://poemimage.com/category/x-steven-mccabe-mostly-working-in-silence/

I photographed this work titled Druidica Blue: Deja Vu (Cave Art for the New Psyche) in sections on the floor. Below is the final section (of eleven).

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June 18, 2022

Harrison Street (3 GIFs)

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A summer art project: Sculpture, ‘The Cosmos’ created with youth. You are seeing half of the sculpture. Plaster gauze, rope, acrylic paint. Also balloons. I don’t know why exactly I superimposed this image over a photograph of Harrison Street. Perhaps curvilinear shapes address time. Or the shapes are somehow ancestral. Perhaps such ‘continual vegetal designs’ balance the angularity of buildings while adding human dimensions of roundness and multi-dimensionality. I don’t know. It just seemed the thing to do.

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Image | April 26, 2021

In my computer floating freely I found a digital file of (shall we say) cartoonish ‘Druid-monk’ images. He’s working beneath a light bulb (of course) and creating an icon of spirals. One is a cauldron-spiral. Perhaps I was thinking of manuscript illumination.

Then I found an ink drawing/collage from my (rather dark) 2011 exhibition at Propeller Centre for the Visual Arts in Toronto.

After combining them in Photoshop I was going to call the series ‘Temptation at the Manuscript Factory’ – humour inspired by a miniature I’d created many moons ago for an art gallery and gallery owner (both gone) who annually held an International Exhibition of Miniature Art. Instead I worked with a line from my unpublished poem Celtlandia Has Fallen.

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Celtlandia Has Fallen is a sort of a quest poem, inspired by ancestral yearnings. There is something in the DNA stirring. In the Continuous Vegetal Style I served her. I don’t remember this, but in the poem ‘I’ do.

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