Jet-lagged and trudging through a covered mini-mall of more than 50 shades of gray, more catacomb than commercial, I discovered the store–or it discovered me. Colors and shapes roused my energy and appetite. That’s what happens in an encounter with Lucy Sparrow and one of her installations. The UK artist fashions felt and seems to insert a heartbeat into the everyday objects she curates into staged bodegas, sex shops and delis. Entering one of her shows is a trip to the theater, a textural tonic that infuses longing, nostalgia and camaraderie. Individually, each piece evokes memory. How splendid that her name is Lucy Sparrow, recalling the tiny bird that symbolizes joy and protection, simplicity and community. Our conversation began with…

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