DOUBLE PORTRAIT OF LADY LUCK - A CHANCE PERFORMANCE
MARCH 2, 1975
CIRCUS CIRCUS CASINO, LAS VEGAS NEVADA
12 HOURS

LAS VEGAS. Where excess is in excess. Las Vegas. Dreams tarnish in the afternoon sun. Las Vegas. Mecca of winged promises that flit slightly out of reach, never out of sight. Las Vegas looms timeless. There are no clocks or windows. Air sticks to your throat like a web of wire net. Tinsel catches in your teeth. Neon signs advance and retreat against the night , pulsating in a disturbing after image like an electronic vibrator plunged in your brain. Las Vegas beats you, pounds you, like a never ending drum roll. Wacky and insulting, Las Vegas invades your soul.

I went to Las Vegas in search of Lady Luck. Like the Minoans who made idols to their goddesses, I too intended to exploit the physical image of this 20th Century Diety. A cross between Tinkerbell and Glenda, the good witch of the East, Lady Luck is THE American Myth. Within two hours I found her. She was working in a bicycle act at Circus Circus Casino.

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