Here is Egg Number 4.
It was made by the Turkish artist, ozz.
He took a hypodermic needle and injected the inside of one egg into this hollow egg, put glue on the openings and then sealed it off with a band aid. If you took the egg in hand, it had a strange weight when you shook it. It didn't feel like water inside. It had that heaviness of when an egg, going rotten, contracts inside and egg. As if it were an odd sort of ball inside. Like the slime they sell in novelty shops. It was odd and exciting. I was immediately worried what would happen to this egg. How would the insides stay in? And I was justified in worrying.
On the side of the egg was written, in the spirit of Gertrude Stein, An egg is an egg is an egg. And indeed it is so. It was a concept so beautiful, so fragile, so ephemeral, it couldn't last...
It didn't. It seemed okay for a few days, and then I put it in the carton with the other eggs and traveled the 1,000 km. home. About 1 week later I opened the carton to the sight that the egg had leaked its contents and smelled terrible. Unfortunately, I had to throw the egg and the carton out. So all that remains of this egg is the photo. Somehow I feel that the self-destruction of this egg is in the spirit of the artist who created it. I feel that it couldn't have been any other way. Thank you, ozz, for making this egg.
