As a child, I deeply loved the Ice Capades and circus costumes – spectacle, color, general exuberance, a joy of surface. I am haunted by the mirrored house I saw at LACMA and Disney’s “Alice in Wonderland” ride, with its screwy-colored flora. The counterpoints of paint/beads, digital imagery/hand-sewn embellishment exist in my carefully constructed narratives. A wealth of fanciful materials continues to serve as my palette; nostalgia becomes a vehicle for marking time, with painstaking and obsessively crafted moments showing a portal to our romanticized past.