My Death is Named Lucy
“Dear Death, I accept that you are inevitable.”
We each get to choose what Death looks like when she comes for us. For the artist, Death is a skeleton named Lucy. There’s no denying that she is Death and she may seem frightening, but she is also kind and promises to stay with us as long as we need her. Lucy hangs from a wooden platform, like a marionette, and you can manipulate her arms. She is made from wire, clay and fabric and is 37 inches high from head to toe. With her marionette platform and strings, she is 53 inches long.