Receipts
I worked at a beautiful place in Chicago called Blackbird. When I began, I ran food, and filled the lunch shift lulls with sketching, using the materials on hand — ball-point pens and spent order receipts. Sometimes smeared with sauce, usually pierced on a spindle after delivery to their table, these small sheets of thermal paper eventually became a series. Initially furious, Chef warmed to this endeavor and had t-shirts printed for the staff that Xmas. Eventually the 49 Birds (#1 was lost/discarded) were included in a group show exhibition and dinner in the private space upstairs.
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