As a child I spent endless hours roaming the maze of rooms in my father’s furniture store. The shapes that filled these make-believe spaces— 1960’s reproductions of ‘Early American’ furniture became imprinted in my consciousness. Without realizing it I committed these objects to memory.
Fifty years on, I find that looking at the outlines and forms of this particular style of furniture open a direct portal to my childhood— what it felt like to be me then. I move back and forth in time as I see these familiar shapes surface in my everyday life.