Down here the closest we get to paradise is family. So road-tripping to Paradise with JoAnn seemed like a stolen base. We were architecture tourists in unfamiliar territory in no hurry to get home.
We got off I-75 at Adairsville and found a double porch
a town square
and the Adairsville United Methodist Church.
We made a bee-line to Summerville then north to Pennville on 27 to Rena Street and Paradise Gardens. We found my dream car, a red Cadillac convertible with angels.
I don't know what to tell you about Paradise Gardens. Howard Finster died in 2001. I understand the gardens took a beating after that. It's not a huge place. But we could sense the huge energy and passion of the man. He collected, he built, he painted, and he preached all at once.
Where else can you find a mountain of metal and bicycle frames.
The "L" shaped "bridge" had everything inside, everything that Howard hadn't yet made into art.
It was a gentle place. Folk artist SANDY told me that she started the day by painting miniatures. It helped get her motor running.