There was a time you were considered an absolute nobody if Lou Buche hadn’t peed your name. At parties Lou would get utterly drunk because people kept buying him drinks constantly to persuade him to write their names in his urine. On hot days his work would be gone in no time, but on a good day your name would be there for others to see for the duration of the rest of the night. During cold winters Lou melted the snow with his liquid gold for a more 3-dimensional experience of his work. I found a WATER-MADE X on the street, and took a picture of it, to send a kiss to Lou who has captured the names of so many of us by simply releasing his fat bladder.
