Now, a quick interview with a famous artist of the day
“...Well, Thurmond Theery was unkind. My work, “String”, the first “String”, was a monumental statement about the inconsequential - or, more perhaps - a translation of the monumentality of the inconsequential - You know, as much as a room full of string can say about such a thing.” “You speak about a work, “String Three”, this one, a work where you literally string the continents together, literally. How so?” “Airplane and a big spool of string. Monumental spool of string. Strong stuff.” “I see.” “Do you? Really? Can you see it? The string, bakery string, draped hundreds of thousands of miles, over homes and forests, and tigers and little poor children starving to death - no one is absent in my art! - over oceans - give it a yank and draw up an ocean! Magnificent!” “Theery says you are a buffoon...” “I wrap time around my finger like one end of a yo-you string and bounce space up and down with a flip of my wrist, Theery can kiss my bank account...