The next night Dan backed his van into the gallery and with the help of Tom Chapman we branded the cow. I remember Cathy Acker and Robert Atkins watching in horror as I singed the cow's hide as part of a performance called COW POEMS. Another night in the van parked on the streets and then we drove the MY COW out to Pete Ingalls' ranch. I told him I would pay him $20 per month in order to board the cow for her natural life. I read somewhere that a cow's nose is as specific as a human's fingerprint. So a couple of month's later Pete lassoed the cow and Dan pulled prints from her nose. The piece was progressing nicely.
I went to NYC before Xmas and planned on tracking down Yoko Ono at the Dakota. I had heard she kept dairy cows on a farm upstate, and thought I maybe could interest her in this piece. One thing led to another and I never got to see her. On the flight back to SF the pilot announced that John Lennon had been killed outside the Dakota's entrance. Then, one night about a week later, I got a call from Pete. The cow had jumped the fence, got out on the road and was killed by a local driving his pick up truck. He sent me the steaks which I printed and then salted into art objects. The piece was over.
This morning I began MY COW II. This will be the creation of a dairy cow from a fertilized egg to birth. Buddy and Scott Key will do the actual insemination and care for the calf on their farm near Cooperstown, NY. I will fund it and document this specific cow's life. A cow can live 30 years. This one may out last me. Pictures to follow.
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