Midway through Sarah Lucus’ Happy Gas exhibition â a retrospective feast of smutty visual puns, phallic cigars, and strangely contorted bodies made out of taut, stuffed stockings â Marika Hackman takes a liking to one of the artist’s more recent sculptures, Slag.
“That’s how I feel most days,” she quips, taking in the 2022 piece, a headless grey body, draped half-seductively across a wooden chair. “Minus the high heels”.
