Ghost Ship
Zeus thundered all at once and hurled his bolt upon the ship.
A sailing vessel roughly ninety centimetres tall, held above its base on two metal rods. The hull is a contorted piece of found wood, root or split trunk, its prow rising into the silhouette of a wreck; slabs of grey stone are wedged along it as cargo. One large crescent sail of beige fabric, three small square sails lashed with twine. At the helm, a single skeleton of twisted wire topped with a pale bead; under the keel, a cloud of cotton wool stands in for the sea. A whole story holds in this volume: seafaring legend reduced to a crew of one dead sailor.
This is where the Calder kinship shows most clearly: a transposed Cirque, the same noble bricolage assembling found materials into a miniature world the gaze leans into. Calder in light metal that floats; Robert Bibeau in heavy wood that sinks.