As we age, we embellish our early memories with enhanced feelings of nostalgia. Colors are more intense, flavors and smells are more delicious. We create fond memories of events, seemingly mundane, simple, and perhaps insignificant for most people yet they etch themselves quite deeply into our psyche. 

We’ve applied our Technicolor perceptions on occurrences which were either of little importance or too dark to process at an early age.  

Colors, theatricality, the innocuous nature of children’s toys and the innocent façade of feminine youth lend an affable surface to something that lives deep within. Something we don’t allow ourselves to approach, we shroud the complexity of our past in a more luminous prismatic coated yearning for what was lost.