I find beauty in the strange, the dark, the madcap and the silly. I’m interested in the unique and unpredictable in a story over a happy ending. In this body of work I have taken a well-loved children’s tale and re-imagined it as if Lewis Carrol had lived in the 60’s on the underside of New York when he authored it Gazing at this tale from a different angle to emphasize the importance of story telling in society and how a stories’ message can affect collective thought. The idea that the interpretation can vary greatly from light, playful and innocent to ominous and troubled. What draws some the the socially accepted light and yet coaxes others inexplicably to the perverse glory of the dark?