“…No one knows what our childhood objects mean to us. History is concealed by a thick, tight sheen of cheery colors, and that's what I see when I look at Amelia's work. Somewhere in these grotesque and beautiful, bulbous and breathing, lumpy and leaking inflatables is something I remember. Smeared with bright paint, they conceal fabric that's been transformed into flabby rolls, seams that have become spines, ruffles that have become scales. In our memories, specifics fade and details smooth over…” —Cat Acree