Euphemia struggles to be understood. Spitting marbles from her mouth and removing her paper bag headgear, she tries unconvincingly to explain the tangled ball of yarn she pulls from under her dress.
Father Mary Margaret offers up her own version of a popular ritual.
A young woman riffs on the uncomfortable connections between her mother and herself, working toward healing.
The Bride whips cream, makes a pie, and hits herself in the face with it while Jesus sings Kumbaya.
Angel tells a little story about her experience in the shower. Lower Links, Chicago. Photo credit: Debra E. Levie.
Look, I’m wearing The Queen’s dress, but i’m not being The Queen, I’m speaking as myself, telling a story about a personal dilemma that might better have been kept to myself. At the United Church of Rogers Park.
The Queen, ensconced in her bedskirts, balances teacups on her head. At Randolph Street Gallery.