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...says. "A magician brings dead things to life." His sculptures of food, for example. Typical, terrible American cuisine fascinates him, the kinds of things dieters like Oldenburg himself try to avoid: a wedge of pecan pie, a banana sundae, racks of assorted pastry, ice cream, cheeseburgers. Made of plaster, slathered with lush enamel paint, these goodies actually seem ready for the consumer's fork and spoon. But like four-color advertisements of food, they are designed more to entice than to be eaten. An Oldenburg baked potato nonetheless looks hot, smoky, delicious -with butter melting over the white insides...
...resemblances. The nose metamorphoses into a fireplug; the plug into a coin phone box; the phone into a car." Once, just to discover exactly what did happen to a banana's shape when it was being eaten, Oldenburg made five banana shapes out of canvas, filled them with plaster, peeled the "skin" and bit them all down to varying sizes. "I spit the plaster out," he says. "It tasted terrible. But I had five bananas, each very different...
...really shouldn't pass by any more, huh?" I had just noticed the extent to which the old Resistance office had collapsed. The roof beams were strewn about the floor and plaster and panelling from the walls and ceiling had fallen all over. Only one of the couches with half the springs showing was left, and it was upside down. The usually well-lit office had lost most of its fluorescent bulbs. None of the mimeograph equipment or file cabinets was left. The screen door still hung open from the garage door, and that had led me to assume that...
...could be Just Dropping By. Girls are supposed to yell "Man on" when they bring their visitors upstairs and put a sign on the door after they have evacuated their roommate. The leering suppositions underlying these procedures put the focus on just what the authorities are presumably trying to plaster over...
...really shouldn't pass by anymore, huh?" I had just noticed the extent to which the old Resistence office had collapsed. The roof beams were strewn about the floor and plaster and panelling from the walls and ceiling had fallen all over. Only one of the couches with half the springs showing was left, and it was upside down. The usually well-lit office had lost most of its fluorescent bulbs. None of the mimeograph equipment or file cabinets was left. The screen door still hung open from the garage door, and that had led me to assume that...