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RON NAGLE
Son of Fudge, 2012
Ceramic, 5 1/4 x 5 1/4 x 6 inches, 13.3 x 13.3 x 15.2 cm
Alina Szapocznikow, photosculptures  

 “an extraordinary collection of abstract sculptures was passing through my teeth”
Robert Wilson, still from A Letter from Queen Victoria, 1974
Robert Wilson, still from The Life and Times of Joseph Stalin, 1973
suzanne lacy


Okenite
fuzzy rocks

A Day in the Life of a Musician
Erik Satie



An artist must regulate his life.

Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.)

Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am.

My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself.

I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me.

My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely.

I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.


Jessica Harrison
Table, 2009, Mixed Media, 8cm x 5cm x 6cm
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