The day rauschenberg married a goat and a tire
The scene takes place in 1955 in a studio on Fulton Street, New York. A man in his thirties, sleeves rolled up over paint-splattered forearms, circles a strange shape resting in the middle of the room. A taxidermied goat, its fur yellowed with time, stares blankly into space with its glass eyes. Around its belly, a worn car tire, like a belt pulled too tight. The man hesitates, steps back, observes. Then, with a decisive gesture, he lifts the tire and slides it along the animal’s body. Monogram has just been born.
By Artedusa
••7 min readThat day, Robert Rauschenberg did more than assemble found objects. He invented a new visual grammar, a language where refuse becomes poetry, where painting embraces sculpture, where art and life intertwine until they become indistinguishable. The Combines—those hybrid works that marked the history of American art—are not mere collages. They are silent manifestos, visual enigmas that continue to haunt galleries and minds more than half a century after their creation.
01The studio as a laboratory of organized chaos
Picture a workspace that looks more like a junkyard than an artist’s studio. Newspapers lie scattered across the floor, stacked in precarious towers. Scraps of fabric, electrical wires, torn cardboard boxes pile up against the walls. In the middle of this mess, a canvas hangs, half-painted, half-sewn. Rauschenberg has attached an open umbrella to it, like a mechanical bird ready to take flight. Nearby, an old wooden door serves as the support for a composition blending oil paint, cut-out photographs, and mirror fragments.
This Pearl Street studio is not just a place of creation. It is a living organism, an ecosystem where every object seems to wait its turn. Rauschenberg works like an archaeologist of the everyday, digging through the detritus of consumer society to extract fragments charged with meaning. "I want my paintings to look like they were made by the world," he said. And that is precisely what strikes you about the Combines: the sense that the artist has not so much created as revealed, as if he had simply lifted a corner of the veil to expose what no one wanted to see.
02The revolt of objects against pure art
In 1950s America, art is still a serious affair. The abstract expressionist painters, with their monumental canvases and heroic gestures, dominate the New York scene. Jackson Pollock traces his drippings like a shaman in a trance, Mark Rothko layers colors to evoke the infinite. Art is a spiritual quest, a dive into the abyss of the soul.
Then along comes Rauschenberg, with his Combines that seem to have crawled out of a dumpster. Bed (1955) is emblematic of this provocation: a blanket, a pillow, and a sheet, stained with paint, hung vertically like a canvas. Where is the line between art and domestic object? Between the painter’s noble gesture and the mundane act of making a bed? By exhibiting these everyday elements, Rauschenberg does more than shock. He asks a fundamental question: what if art were not an escape toward the sublime, but a plunge into reality, with all its imperfections, its accidents, its dross?
This approach is not without precedent—it recalls Marcel Duchamp, whose work Rauschenberg discovered during a trip to Paris in 1948. But where Duchamp signed a urinal and called it Fountain, Rauschenberg does not merely appropriate. He transforms, hybridizes, creates poetic monsters where painting, sculpture, and ready-made collide. "I work in the gap between art and life," he explained. A gap that, in the Combines, becomes a territory all its own.
03The Canyon scandal and the eagle worth millions
Among the Combines, Canyon (1959) holds a special place. This monumental work, now in the MoMA’s collection, is a true legal and symbolic puzzle. At its center, a taxidermied eagle, wings spread as if about to take flight. Beneath it, a paint-stained pillow, like a cloud. To the left, a photograph of a young JFK; to the right, an old snapshot of a boy leaping into the void. Between these elements, fragments of newspapers, pieces of wood, traces of gestural paint.
What makes Canyon unique is its eagle. A golden eagle, a protected species in the United States. When Rauschenberg tried to donate the work to the MoMA in 1970, the museum faced a dilemma: owning a protected animal was illegal. For decades, Canyon remained unsellable, its eagle condemning it to a legal limbo. In 2012, after years of negotiations, the matter was finally resolved: the work was valued at $65 million, but its market value remained zero because of the eagle. A Kafkaesque situation that encapsulates the spirit of the Combines—works that defy categories, laws, and expectations.
04The dance of materials: when chance becomes composition
If the Combines strike us with their apparent nonchalance, their creation is in fact the result of a meticulous process, where chance and intention intertwine. Rauschenberg does not simply glue objects together at random. He selects them, assembles them, tests them, like a choreographer positioning dancers before letting them improvise.
Take Monogram, that goat with a tire that seems straight out of a surrealist dream. The animal was found in a secondhand furniture store. The tire was added later, almost by accident. Rauschenberg recounts: "I rolled it onto the goat, and suddenly, everything made sense. As if the object had simply been waiting to be revealed." This approach, where the artist acts as mediator rather than creator, owes much to John Cage, the composer with whom Rauschenberg collaborated at Black Mountain College. Cage, a devotee of aleatory compositions and calculated silences, taught Rauschenberg to listen to the world rather than dominate it.
The materials themselves play a key role in this alchemy. Fabric absorbs light, metal reflects it, wood adds an organic touch. In Collection (1954), a canvas where newspapers, photographs, and fabric scraps overlap, each element seems to breathe at its own rhythm. The colors, often muted—browns, grays, off-whites—contrast with vivid accents, like splashes of red or electric blue. "I want my paintings to look like they were made by several people," Rauschenberg said. A way of saying that art does not belong to the artist, but to the world around him.
05The invisible legacy: how the Combines changed art forever
Today, when you walk into a contemporary art gallery, you encounter works that owe everything to the Combines: installations blending video, sound, and found objects; paintings incorporating three-dimensional elements; sculptures made from recycled waste. Rauschenberg opened a breach that artists as diverse as Jasper Johns, Andy Warhol, and, more recently, figures of relational art like Rirkrit Tiravanija have rushed into.
But the influence of the Combines extends far beyond the art world. They anticipated our contemporary relationship with images, information, and consumerism. In a world saturated with visual stimuli, where social media bombards us with fragments of images and text, the Combines appear as precursors. They are collages before the age of copy-paste, hypertexts before the invention of the internet.
Take Retroactive I (1963), a work where Rauschenberg first used photographic silkscreening. JFK’s face appears, multiplied and superimposed, like a ghostly image. Beside it, a raised hand, an eagle, fragments of maps. Everything seems to float in an undefined space, as if the work captured the very essence of modern communication: a flow of images and symbols that overlap without ever settling. In this, Rauschenberg was not just an artist. He was a visionary.
06The last Combine: when art becomes memory
In 1964, Rauschenberg wins the Grand Prize at the Venice Biennale. It is the ultimate recognition. America, which had long looked to Europe as the cradle of culture, finally sees its art assert itself on the international stage. Yet at the very moment of his triumph, Rauschenberg begins to move away from the Combines. His works become more refined, closer to traditional painting. As if he had exhausted this vein, as if the act of marrying a goat and a tire had fulfilled its purpose.
Today, the Combines are scattered across the world’s greatest museums. Monogram reigns at the Moderna Museet in Stockholm, Bed and Canyon are at the MoMA, Collection has joined the walls of the SFMOMA. Each of these works is a fragment of history, a time capsule capturing 1950s America: its hopes, its fears, its nascent consumerism, its faith in progress.
But beyond their historical value, the Combines continue to speak to us because they ask a universal question: what is art, if not a way of making sense of chaos? By assembling found objects, by marrying the noble and the trivial, Rauschenberg created works that defy time. Works that, like Monogram and its goat with a tire, seem to say: "Look closer. Anything can become art. Even what you throw away."