-But that was the thing about her. She may have been a con artist but the con was always honest. -

Fiction masquerading as fact, and it’s perfect. 

Set in a dystopian America, a widow attempts to reconcile her grief by composing the biography of her recently deceased wife, X. X was an eccentric, and enigmatic shape shifter of an artist. CM soon discovers as she meets more and more people who knew her wife, no one truly knew X but they also felt they entirely understood her. X lived a thousand lives before being CM’s wife, not one life being the same or carried forward. There is something so alluring of a chameleon and someone who over the years and months morphs into someone else entirely.

Lacey’s use of interviews, footnotes, bibliographies, and photos create an immersive experience that this biography could in fact be real, all while we are aware it is entirely fictitious. Which lends itself beautifully to try and discover, who was the artist known as X? 

“I did not know her. I did not know who she was, and I do not know anything of that woman, though I did love her - on that point I refuse to concede.”