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What does a Lambchop think and feel, and most importantly, what does she eat? Not much, apparently. There is nothing in the cupboard but a jar of unopened mayonnaise. I am not interested in the condiment, so I do not delay in the start of the quest, to spend some days as Lambchop.Â
I travel to my studio at the ends of the earth in Brooklyn. Am I in Williamsburg or in Bushwick? It is difficult to say, the auto parts shops are manned only by dogs. I arrive at my studio at 8 o’clock and this is the time of my first disappointment. The workspace is a square measuring 60 meters. Am I a human being creating artworks, or a mouse getting measured for its first coffin? Also, it is quite dusty. This is no space for adventure.Â