Page 41 - Studio International - October 1967
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`I had painted for ten years with an increasing sense of
                                                                                   crisis and about 1958 felt I had to move into three dimen-
                                                                                   sions. Once I moved into three dimensions it became
                                                                                   easier for me to incorporate all the different things I was
                                                                                   interested in. I'm not interested in discussing methods of
                                                                                   casting or things like that. All I can do really is state a
                                                                                   larger intention.
                                                                                    `First, I'm interested in an open-ended way of working.
                                                                                   I don't want to shut out any possibility. I want to inten-
                                                                                   sify—if you were going to ask me what I was about— the
                                                                                   sense of my own inner life. I equally want to intensify my
                                                                                   sense of encounter with the tangible world outside of me.
                                                                                   I can't think of divorcing the one response from the other.
                                                                                   I differ from the Abstract Expressionists in that way, and
                                                                                   that seemingly small point makes a big difference in the
                                                                                   look of the work.
                                                                                    `The first sculptures I made were traditional in the sense
                                                                                   that I made an armature out of two-by-fours, wrapped
                                                                                   wire around the armature and burlap dipped in plaster
                                                                                   over them, the same way that department store manikins
                                                                                   used to be made before they discovered plastic. The first
                                                                                   figures I made were very expressionistic, and I sat one on
                                                                                   a broken real chair. The sharp edges of that real chair
                                                                                   really sent me flying, and I began to look at real objects
                                                                                   with their hard surfaces, different colours, as plastic
                                                                                   objects. I could compose the air around a figure, and
                                 George Segal, photographed by William Lipke       from the beginning it was not the figure psychologically
                                                                                   centered, but the figure in relation to a place or a situation
                                                                                   or a scene with the objects. Not props, but rather plastic
                                                                                   presences powerful in their own right.
                                                                                    `Where was the boundary? Where was my limit to the
                                                                                   work? Nobody could answer it for me. It was only
                                                                                   because I became more interested in this play between
                                                                                   interior-exterior that I decided to hack out just those
                                                                                   pieces I wanted. And when I had them all strewn around,
                                                                                   I had to reconstruct them. The trick is not to juggle them
                                                                                   like a school exercise, but to juggle them in a way that
                                                                                   they shiver in a sense to a real experience. I can't explain
                                                                                   that difference. Most anything you decide is a legitimate
                                                                                   clue to human behaviour or a road to a valid perception.
                                                                                   I suppose it is this kind of open-ness that I'm thinking
                                                                                   about.
                                                                                    `If I were going to deal with things immediately around
                                                                                   me, it meant that I couldn't shy away from any subject
                                                                                   matter. That really the most important things in my life
                                                                                   had to be faced and dealt with somehow in my work.
                                                                                   How do you do it? What do you choose to do? What do
                                                                                   you believe? When you box yourself into that kind of
                                                                                   point, you can't lose your nerve somehow.
                                                                                    `I'm still working down an area that I feel is virtually
                                                                                   unexplored by either me or anybody else. If you accept
                                                                                   the logic of using any real thing in the world, and if you
                                                                                   could perform some kind of an abracadabra, incor-
                                                                                   porate it into an art work and have it be expressive of
                                                                                   some internal crazy idea of your own, why then can't you
                                                                                   use real light as an expressive element? And it's precisely
                                                                                   this kind of feeling, this sense of "why not" that I think
                                 Man sitting at table 1961                         is an indication of the vitality of the art scene in the
                                 plaster and mixed media, 53 x 48 x 48 in.          United States right now. The same phrase is being used
                                 Sidney Janis Gallery, New York                    over and over again about different possibilities, and I
                                'This is the first piece / made using the casting process.
                                 The figure is myself. It ended up a self-portrait with an Egyptian   think it only depends on the calibre of the minds grap-
                                 feeling. I was fascinated by the plastic play of the innumerable legs.'   pling with the possibilities. Ceilings are still unlimited. I
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