I came across an old wooden box covered in crumbling leather at a flea market. It was filled with colorized and black and white glass lantern slides to be viewed on an apparatus that was a precursor to a slide machine. The apparatus had a candle or light bulb in the middle around which a revolving metal framework held a series of slides. The slides came in sets and illustrated books, stories, poems. A mechanism to view entertainment before the advent of electricity, movies, television, video. The sets within the box were incomplete, so I had fragments of the stories they illustrated. I used them to create my own stories, my own icons to make them precious beyond their intended use.