The environment where I grew up in South Miami, Florida left an impact on me as a child,
surrounded by towering philodendrons, birds of paradise, banana plants, and luscious
overgrowth. As I grew older and eventually moved to the midwest, my memories of the
environment became graphic in the way that images become graphic. Tropical foliage that I
once clearly remembered began to lose facets of detail and simplify to a language of
simple outlines. Eventually my memories of home became an abstract sensation rather than
a concrete image–tropicalia.