“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers,”
says the Flying Carpet.
The friends and strangers in April in Chicago
were exponentially kind.
They welcomed The Carpet into their “believe it or not” homes...
Other friends sleep under a wall sized painting by Henry Darger
of The Vivian Girls and their never ending escapades.
The Carpet wonders if it impacts their dreams.
Outlandish juxtapositions of made and found...
beasties and beings...
the quintessential eye...
the roads converging...
Other friends live in a white church...
the arched paintings ascending over cozy...
the kitchen aromas are incense...
the pillows are appliquéd with souvenir patches from everywhere...
a great team
She spied some decoys made out of tin cans.
“If you don’t sell them to me, I’ll steal them!”
says this bejeweled maximilist...
an Emery Blagdon healing machine whirling over her head...
uncountable Adam and Eves
The Birthday Girl with her superb sense of design
permeating everything her hand touches...
passion and intensity...
and her friend of wisdom writing memoirs of long ago Shanghai...
simplicity and depth...
A pilgrimage to Intuit...
to the reconstruction of Henry Darger’s one room home.
It felt like a shrine to loneliness...
the translator of The Realms of the Unreal...
The city... an exquisite geometry on a grey day...
celebrating the joy of birthdays and “Last Suppers”
and delicious long friendships
gratitude
and delicious long friendships
gratitude
