Magic Red Dog, Lucky
September 25, 2007

So, yeah, I think I can make time to do this.  It's like I kinda have to or I go nuts.  Actually I guess I am already pretty nuts, anyone who talks to their artwork is probably considered to be certifiably insane, but I guess that is what I am all about.  Reality accepted.  So here goes the chat I had with this little monster:

I: Yo,  Red Dog, where did you come from?  I had no plan of painting you but you just emerged from my paintbrush like an autumn leaf on the Chicago wind.

Red Dog (RD):  I come from that corner of your brain you've forgotten about.  I am your older/younger psychic self who used to locate you sister's lost belongings through a ghost on the Quiji board...

I: Oh My God! That was way back when I was 6 or 7 or was I eight? And, yes I talked to an ancient Roman ghost named Julius who knew where everything was.  Hey, I thought I was making all that up back then!

RD: Then how did you know where evrything was?

I: Hmmm.  I don't know; I just did.

RD: Don't be afraid to accept your gifts, you are very unique.

I: Ok

Another day, another session:

I: So, Red Dog, you've really blossomed, you're quite the colorful beast.

RD: Yeah! How do you like me now?

I: You've got a lot goin' on;  you're pretty energizing.  Do you bring this energy from that corner of my brain you mentioned the other day?

RD: Well as a matter of fact I do; but then again I could be the spirit of that dog "Lucky" that your Mama got rid of when you were born.  Lucky couldn't be there in the flesh so he channeled through your childhood imagination.

I: Whoa, that's heavy, Lucky, but my Sister never got over Mom getting rid of you, nor my Dad for that matter.

RD: Well the town wasn't big enough for the both of us, so I just lived thorugh your head.  I told your Mom to move me on.  I knew.

I: Get out!  This can't be true!

RD: Ok. Your're right, But I made you think, eh?

I: Yeah you did, and so now you've got a name.

RD: And that's Lucky indeed!

I: I reckon so.