I recently rediscovered a scrapbook in an old box of family stuff I ended up with. My émigré mother made it in the early 1960s entitled 'Fasion (sp) Ideas' just before she wed. It's naive and gentle and creative. Full of things I think she imagined her married life was going to be like with my father. It wasn't anything like that, as it turns out. It kind of makes me sad when I look at it seeing her hopes and dreams of what she thought her life was going to be like. I made this work using a lot of bits and pieces from it, the mass of ideas passionately exploding out of her head into the ether, where they disappear.