|George's last exhibit at the Brent Gallery in Chicago was something of a carnival attraction: he wanted the viewers to wander around in it like a maze of panels, each with designs, memories, suggestions of missing meanings, and oddities... like a
But George's life was a fun house.
It began early. When his father had the Biddle Building on Third Street painted white, he had the painters carefully paint each strip of mortar black, so that the folks across the street at First national said it looked like a cartoon. They called it his "Mickey Mouse" building. So young George climbed up on the fire escape railing while Bill Kruspe held his ankles, and painted Mickey on the cornice in tar.
He had this little man reproduced so he could paste a little bird on each one and write a different caption for each.
This sculpture, patterns of peanuts under glass that hung at Pinhook, he said was his view of the Armed Forces.
One of George's ventures into mass marketing was inspired by a schoolboy prank, where a spit wad of paper would be pitched up to the ceiling with a coin that stuck there.
His circles of glued paper were to be wetted, and then tossed up with a rubber disc to paste on to a public ceiling.
He tried it at the bank one day with Paul Cropper and it worked, but it never really caught on outside of there though you could buy it in the dimestore at Perrysville.