As a military brat I experienced a great deal of displacement. I also experienced many different cultures, landscapes and climates. My childhood was spent playing in the jungles and military bunkers on post-war Okinawa, visiting living historical museums in Virginia, and adapting to the hostile desert climate of Arizona. There was a lot to see, which was good. There was a lot I did not want to feel. As a defense mechanism, I frequently turned to the landscape of my inner making. Residing there, I could keep everything I owned and no one ever parted. My code was to be self-sufficient. I modeled my lifestyle after Gilligan’s Island, where survival depended upon one’s own creative problem solving and everything was made by hand, preferably from bamboo. My sculptures and layered installations are an outgrowth of my urge to set up house with what is at hand in order to transport the viewer into a physical and psychological landscape of my imagination.