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On neon, strip clubs, Vegas and spirituality

On neon, strip clubs, Vegas and spirituality

On a rare rainy morning in the Arts District, neon artist Lili Lakich and her rescue dog, Bongo, and the California section's Matt Hamilton sat in the light of glowing sculptures — including a neon sign with cursive script reading "We are all Trayvon." Conversation flickered from the perils of taxpayer-funded art installations to the plight of twentysomethings who can't identify Lily Tomlin. We later emailed her questions and crunched the conversation into this:

If Eli Broad redirects the cash he'd earmarked for buying the Los Angeles Times to neon, how would you spruce up his new museum?

Anytime I see another work of art, I have the...