Kaliisa Conlon has built herself a place to sit amid the rubble of the different cities where she finds herself. Pieced it together from scraps of memory, moments of fantasy, sidewalk garbage, weathered and once-loved things found in a box on the street. She’s built a place fit for this ivory colored witch; a modest throne, handmade of oregon seashells, sequins, remnants of old wigs, but which has slowly come to resemble more the shape of a bejeweled carousel creature than a throne. A creature which she might ride around through the night until morning mounted on ice skates, seeking the backwards and dusty places, forgotten places, abandoned places, places once lavish and luxuriant, made of leather and velvet, now discarded and waiting for the strange breath of life again. Once lit warmly by lamp, now lit by the harsh sun coming sideways through broken shutters and unlocked doors. This psychic fortune teller will find these places and ooze herself into them, filling them, covering them with her curious visions, commanding them with a power drawn from primitive ritual while allowing them, through enchantment, to snake their roots into her skin and quietly shape the mood of her art works from the background.
~ words by Cody Blanchard aka King Lollipop ~
PHOTOGRAPHY BY PATRICK KRUPA