In Lieu of Loos in Waterloo

Being it summer and all, we’ve been lazy. Personally, I’ve been sleeping way too much and wasting my days dusting my music library. But now’s about time for some updates. Among the small projects I’m undertaking is a photo series entitled “Jimmy Mcnally takes a piss”, which would seem like an unnecessary concept under standard conditions. But Jimmy loves to pee outside, on trees and grass and squirrels. Maybe he’s onto something. Too many times, peeing outside falls in the realm of shit-faced male pragmatism. Probably because we’ve grown accustomed to our cement world of air-conditioned water closets with marble floors and heated seats. This is not a reaction against the comfort of the modern bathroom -can you name a more accommodating place to read “Ulysses” or Time magazine? Rather, it’s a rebellion against compartmentalization both social and architectural. This This photo series seeks to examine outdoor urination as an aesthetic experience, a very basic kind of dialectic between man and nature.

Collage\

This first one is a digital photo collage, the other two are regular digital pictures. You can see a larger version by clicking on the images. The third picture was taken in the Bird Sanctuary behind Amherst College.

Among foliage\

In the sanctuary\

-s

3 Responses to In Lieu of Loos in Waterloo

  1. Hannah,

    I love your writing very much and I love you even more, but Y Y on earth do your readers need to see pictures of some random guy peeing? Please, please explain the deeper meaning behind this because frankly, I’m in a heavy depression that I missed out.

    Love,

    Alison

    http://sababi.blogspot.com

  2. lifeonuranus says:

    Alison,

    Think of it this way: why are people painted sitting down, or holding flowers? The activities we choose to depict is completely arbitrary. Why can’t a subject be urinating in a lush garden. Why is the thought of urination so shameful when it’s so basic to all humans?

    🙂
    Hope your well

  3. jamesemcnally says:

    As the agent of urination, I find Sabato’s interpretation of my liquid freedom to be honest and beautiful. Observe the subject’s reared back head in the latter photograph: he is reacting to his surroundings in only the most visceral way possible. Letting go of his bowels and his emotions, Jimmy bucks conventional interpretations of what it is to be lovely, and inserts himself into the Bird Sanctuary with his own sanctuary of not having to go to the bathroom anymore. Watching the pictures, one finds oneself at peace with the greater universe.

    I would write more, but I have to pee. Outside.

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