Jeanne Aulaire Mischo pulled the spirits of the soil in upside down.The transformation of this dark, dank corridor invites us to:
Take your shoes off

Breath

Contemplate
...listen
Forget what you thought you needed to do
Remember that you need to believe
Believe what is possible when the faith bleeds out of the pagan bundles to the church walls. Plastic flowers scratch the flaky cooper leaf. Alien lights blare from cabbages that are interrupted by translucent leaves, photographs, drawings and words.
A technicolor garden.
Fluttering tape thinly attaches vulnerable phrases to the Mischo tradition. Her grandfather and great grandfather earned their living decorating catholic churches in Wisconsin. It's in her blood. It is there, in the nails driven confidently amongst the fabric, twine and Astroturf. It is felt in the overlapping of silver and voices. It is in the clearing of a glowing ladder.
Shrouded
Glowing
Accession
Glowing at the end of long, cold, dark day.