Five dogs dogs went into the wilderness. Four died of guinea work. One died from Jack Keruoac.

Result #1

This is a mystery as macabre as it is inexplicable. And it was, in fact, a mystery: Keruoac was a friend of the artist. He had given her the book of the remains of his dogs in their grave. She had displayed it in her studio. But Keruoac had donated it to her. He had used it to cover the windows of his studio. He had buried it under the floor of his studio. There was a photograph of the book in the studio. The book had been used. The book had been used. And this was the mystery. It was as if the artist had been looking for a way to forget the past, to leave behind the memory of the past, to replace it with a new one. But she had forgotten. The silence was deafening. The sound of the dogs would fill the studio. And so the artist had left behind the memory of the past, leaving behind a passage of silence.

Result #2

Five dogs dogs went into the wilderness. Four died of guinea work. One died from Jack Keruoac. In fact, the four dogs were named after the artist, and the dog death is one of the only ones that is not an accident. In fact, the dog death is a murder. And the accident is a suicide. The artist has made it very clear that the accident was intentional. The accident was the suicide. The suicide is the accident. The accident was the suicide. And the suicide is the accident.The tragedy is that the artist has made a suicide in a suicide attempt. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. And the tragedy is that the artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. And the tragedy is that the artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The tragedy is that the artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The tragedy is that the artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the suicide a tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy. The artist has made the tragedy.

Result #3

Five dogs dogs went into the wilderness. Four died of guinea work. One died from Jack Keruoac. The other three died from the exposure of a chemical reaction in the earth. The body of the artist, a wax model, is a black skeleton, a symbol of the body that is in decay. The body is in decay. But the artist is not in decay. She is a wax mummy. The artist is a wax mummy. The artist is dead. The artist is an enchanter. The enchanter is a saint.The work is a highly self-conscious, self-reflexive, self-referential, self-reflexive, self-reflexive work. It is a critique of the self. The self is a dead thing, a dead instrument. The self is a dead vessel. The self is a dead vessel, a dead thing. The self is an empty shell. The enchanter is an empty shell. The enchanter is a dead artist.The work is a critique of art as a dead thing. It is a critique of the art object as a dead thing. It is a critique of the self as an empty shell. It is a critique of the self as an empty shell. The enchanter is an empty shell. The enchanter is a dead artist. The enchanter is a dead art object. The enchanter is an empty shell. The enchanter is a dead artist. The enchanter is a dead artist. The enchanter is an empty shell. The enchanter is a dead artist. The enchanter is a dead artist. The enchanter is a dead artist.The work is a critique of art as a dead thing. It is a critique of the art object as a dead thing. It is a critique of the self as an empty shell. The enchanter is an empty shell. The enchanter is a dead art object. The enchanter is a dead artist. The enchanter is a dead artist.

Result #4

Five dogs dogs went into the wilderness. Four died of guinea work. One died from Jack Keruoac. The piece was a kind of love letter to the animal world, a reminder that there are so many more.The shows closing was a tribute to the animal world, a tribute to the body, to the body as a whole, to the body as a site for pleasure, to the body as a body to love, to the body as a body to be loved. The show also included a copy of the letter, but the artist had replaced it with a photocopy of her own signed copy. The two letters—both handwritten and legible—were also included in a series of small-scale drawings, which were also on display. In one drawing, a dog sits at a table with a book. The drawing is a faithful copy of one in the artists hand. The dog is a perfect model for the artists art. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand. The drawing is a perfect copy of one in the artists hand.

Result #5

As I write, this piece is still under construction, and it is being edited by the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. It will be on view in Chicago in August.Bob Nickas is a critic and art historian based in Chicago.