My favorite poet, Randall Jarrell, captures in The Lost World the essence of my art. From a child’s perspective, he writes, "Liking that world where/ The children eat, and grow giant and good,/ I swear as I’ve often sworn: “I’ll never forget/ What it’s like, when I’ve grown up.” A bit more feasible than Peter Pan’s oath is Jarrell’s alternative: We will grow old, but at least we can always remember “what it’s like” to be a child. Though I cannot possibly possess the imagination of a child, I would like to think it possible to remember what I dreamed about as a little girl. Through my mosaics, I can recapture and preserve the remnants of my “lost world.”