About This Artwork: When I was a kid, my parents separated constantly. One year, it was between Los Angeles and Pennsylvania. Many times I flew back and forth between coasts, most of time alone, on TWA. I was about seven or eight, and it was difficult. Of course, all I wanted was for my family to be together, like any kid would. The whole thing was heartbreaking.

On TWA, I began to memorize the soundtrack that they played in the headphones on the flight from Philadelphia to LAX. There were only 11 songs or so, but it was the same collection of songs every time.

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac was one of those songs and it was like the perfect counterpart for either of my parents during that time. I would cry and mouth the lyrics every time I listened to it - and on a five and a half hour flight - that's a LOT of freakin' times! My TWA chaperon must have thought I was a very disturbed little girl. Well, I suppose I was.