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George Segal Man on a Bicycle 1961 plaster, bicycle Moderna Museet, Stockholm |
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George Segal The Dry-Cleaning Store 1964 plaster, wood, accessories Moderna Museet, Stockholm |
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George Segal The Tar Roofer 1964 plaster, wood, accessories Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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George Segal Reclining Blue Nude 1964 pastel on paper Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal Red Nude and Chair 1964 pastel on paper Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal The Diner 1964-66 plaster, furniture, accessories Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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George Segal The Bus Station 1965 plaster, wood, accessories Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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George Segal Old Woman at the Window 1965 plaster, furniture, accessories Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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George Segal The Costume Party 1965-72 painted plaster, accessories Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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George Segal Untitled (Red Chair and Radiator) 1970 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal Untitled (Figure with White Chair) 1970 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal An Actress 1965 plaster, painted wood Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal Girl on a Chair 1970 plaster, painted wood Manchester Art Gallery |
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George Segal The Curtain 1974 plaster, glass, wood, fabric Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal The Restaurant 1975 gouache, ink and collage on paper (study for installation) Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Segal Walk, Don't Walk 1976 plaster, concrete, street signal Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
from From the Cupola
Noon finds me faced by a small troop of furies
They are my senses shrill and ominous
We who were trained they say to do your pleasure
are kept like children Is this fair to us
Dear ones I say bending to kiss their faces
trust me One day you'll understand Meanwhile
suppose we think of things to raise our spirits
and leading the two easiest to beguile
into the kitchen feed them shots of bourbon
Their brother who loves Brahms conceives a wish
for gems from L'Africana played at volumes
that make the dwarf palm shudder in its dish
The pale one with your eyes restively flashing
takes in the dock the ashen Sound the sky
The fingers of the eldest brush my features
But you are smiling she says coldly Why
– James Merrill (1966)