ON READY-MADES

Marcel Duchamp

 

This is not for your enjoyment.
This is not for your enjoyment.

As early as 1913 I had the happy idea to fasten a bicycle wheel to a kitchen stool and watch it turn.

A few months later I bought a cheap reproduction of a winter evening landscape, which I called Pharmacy after adding two small dots, one red and one yellow, in the horizon.

This is not for aesthetic contemplation.
This is not for aesthetic contemplation.

In New York in 1915 I bought at a hardware store a snow shovel on which I wrote in advance of the broken arm.

It was around that time that the word "ready-made" came to my mind to designate this form of manifestation.

A point that I want very much to establish is that the choice of these "ready-mades" was never dictated by aesthetic delectation.

The choice was based on a reaction of visual indifference with a total absence of good or bad taste ... in fact a complete anaesthesia.

One important characteristic was the short sentence which I occasionally inscribed on the "ready-made."

That sentence, instead of describing the object like a title, was meant to carry the mind of the spectator toward other regions, more verbal.

This is antimony, not art.
This is antinomy, not art.

Sometimes I would add a graphic detail of presentation which, in order to satisfy my craving for alliterations, would be called ready-made-aided.

At another time, wanting to expose the basic antinomy between art and "ready-mades" I imagined a reciprocal ready-made: use a Rembrandt as an ironing board!

I realized very soon the danger of repeating indiscriminately this form of expression and decided to limit the production of "ready-mades" to a small number yearly. I was aware at that time that, for the spectator even more than for the artist, art is a habit-forming drug and I wanted to protect my "ready-mades" against such a contamination.

Throw this away.
Throw this away.

Another aspect of the "ready-made" is its lack of uniqueness ... the replica of a "ready-made" delivering the same message, in fact nearly every one of the "ready-mades" existing today is not an original in the conventional sense.

Mr. Mutt's fountain is not immoral.
Mr. Mutt's fountain is not immoral.

A final remark to this vicious circle:

Since the tubes of paint used by an artist are manufactured and ready-made products we must conclude that all the paintings in the world are ready-made aided.