It couldn't be called a Happening, be cause no audience was there to watch. Nor could it be called a sculpture, be cause it involved four human beings, seated to form a square on a white-painted floor of a white room in Manhattan's Architectural League. Nevertheless, there was no denying that the scene had an eerie visual unity; joining the quartet was a strip of red silk acetate, 24 ft. long and 12 in. wide. It had been sewed into a square with a loop at each corner, and each loop fitted onto the head of a participant. Title...
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