| A little trinket, a bauble or other people's castoffs can be
just enough to ignite my imagination. An abandoned wine box turns into a 3-ringed circus, an old wooden medicine cabinet is transformed into a penny arcade gypsy fortuneteller and a Masonic apron becomes a galaxy. Charms, crystals, beads and scraps of lace weave my boxes together. My artwork reflects a multitude of memories - from my grand- mother's overstuffed sofa to my father's tales of India and my family trips to Far Rockaway's Boardwalk. The treasures that the seasons brought delighted the child that I was then and the child that is in me still. |
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