When you first discover photographs in a more advanced context, the unfamiliar is scary. It provokes anger, as there are no people in the frame. There are no definite narratives or clear cut meanings. It becomes convoluted with over-thought. But at a point, you materialize the ability to understand what goes unsaid, you appreciate the beauty in objects approached with sincere intent, prodding the mind of the photographer who came across it.
There is something so astounding about this picture, but I have no idea how. I get consumed by its blue hues, prolonged study and cornered brown to provide structure in framing. Its perfection is clear, exchanging the context of buckets to another, one that was never intended for such practical tools. Put on the platform of intended 'art' they become important, for everyone, when their context before had no meaning to us. Their image sticks in the mind, as you talk to photographers about two blue buckets and their eyes light up with uncontrollable excitement, but they don't know why. It is so perfect you cannot find the word to describe it.
To consider its history goes some way to understanding its importance. Dated between 1985 - 1986, it marks the change from social documentary to a perilous journey into the mind of the observer, the thinker and the intelligent beast that is Peter Fraser. His creation, is a picture the world has adored into our memories, as photographers, and produced one of the most engaging and intriguing photographs we may see in our lifetime. To think that these are two blue buckets, worthy of passing in day to day life, bring to point what role photography has to install ideas into our heads, aesthetic in the first instance, and its aesthetic feeds feeling. A picture that will never leave my mind, most probably the most important picture I'll ever see.