"If ever there were a watershed -- some probably think of it more as a trough -- between the artistic past and whatever the present is turning out to be, it was Duchamp's snow shovel..."
Hamilton (1966)2
In 2010 it began to dawn on me that I was recreating
the canonical Readymades in my own image.
Fork (2017) {assisted} is my response to
Duchamp's Comb (1916) {unaltered}
and belongs to a set of proposed
Ready reMades --
Schippling (2015)3 --
which form the nexus of my agon.
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Schippling 2017 |
The original, "Comb", is inscribed along the back edge:
3 ou 4 gouttes de hauteur n'ont rien a faire avec la sauvagerie; M.D. Feb. 17 1916 11 a.m.
(translated as)
Three or Four Drops of Height [Haughtiness] Have Nothing to Do with Savagery
"Fork" is hung by a thread and slowly lowered into the space. It is subtitled -- with a tip of the hat to the Small Glass, (aka: "To Be Looked at (from the Other Side of the Glass) with One Eye, Close to, for Almost an Hour"):
Being Dropped Once or Twice from a Great Height with One Eye Closed for Over an Hour
"After Duchamp everyone thinks that all one needs is an idea.
But, of course, one also needs to hang that idea from the ceiling."
Schippling (2015)3
D'ailleurs, c'est toujours les autres qui meurent
Besides, it's always the others who die
(Duchamp's Epitaph)