Lefty Lucy, a picture of the Morton Salt Girl

Lefty Lucy as the painting appeared shortly after completion in 1999

Left Lucy hanging above the Director's desk at Dogmatic

As moss is to a stones narrative so to are objects and extrapolating them what have been implied as the work of some. Now imagine this stone to be a comedy but not one for any laughters sake. That it's a sketch inserted into a normal club night and it sits between fake Chet Baker sets with all of the other smoke and mirrors. In front of the audience there's a woman that coughs, there are two brothers that will shake hands with anybody and there's also a busy person, he's in a t-shirt which says I'M BUSY. Imagine a crown, it has no hole and fits the top of only one very high head. It's her head and she has all the right tools for this kind of work. She's in a people place where the slippers are bunnies and all the bunnies run small. This is a process by which structure is assembled from other things, Or so she says. Here are three views of Lucy. She's an icon for salt aficionados everywhere. Lefty Lucy was located in the office at Dogmatic for many years. Then she moved over to Ruble Street and finally went to live at the Happy Dog gallery in Wicker Park.

Lefty Lucy as it appeared in Happy Dog Gallery

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Tonight is old. It's wett but current and bored. I'm watching nothing but stars in the often sky that happen... do... tonight is lame like old, young like song, even as blue... Equal after the sun, noon or scripted yellow you are to me... A we (as sound)

Whiskers, chanting, "swap me, swap me!"

Fig.32) Aging poorly We're just together, taking ourselves for a tidy sum of walk and now our toes are wet and cool in the Lak, beside a cool stone that could drive a modernist to their flint. There's a listening experience that feels prepared, "our's for now, ours it says! Here's the hammer and it's wrapped in its own design already. A union in time-space, this card is our greetings, our massive, our very patience is reflected in this resolve." Suddenly, there's a cut away and she's wearing the pants that I've made for her, slow blue like painted smoke . I'm thinking about her hunched over the kitchen table, something that's stuck. There's a carving knife in her hand but from here, it's the same as an old spoon. From here my computer is sitting on my guilty seat, I'm thinking about champagne and comparing it to a thick wad bees and wondering whats in it for me? It's an anxious season, filled with not enough of anythin

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fig.0231) FizzGraf MT. "Magical, like a chorus of like minded souls in a froth of cotton fumes." Over fake doors, under refurbished ladders, gypsum board and bent yellow pipes offering us an unmade bed and a stained window. Our one chance at tomorrow. Magnetic guts from at least a thousand cassettes are strewn across the room. Hee-Haw style, fancy dress shoes cling to the floor like it's '86 all over again. Hee-Haw, goes the sound. Hee-Haw, we're closer then we were. Hee-Haw, it's hilarious. Listening for trains, leaning out over the rails like two people with no time at all. Better maps, that's what we need. We could use a melody for singing with this chorus; in whose curious presence more patients wait to be found. With hands over our heads, someone passes by and asks, "gender?" There's stars in this sweet tooth of mine and some atoms left from the sky, Tonight the whole angle of heaven sleeps without light. Ordering its coffee darkest, t

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