When I was younger, I knew fairies and elves coexisted with our tangible, physical world. I had a friend convince me that just past the hedges in her front yard and around the corner, there was a place where trolls lived. It wasn’t only me that knew these things to be true, but the way in which I saw this world was different than anyone else’s. In a further search for fantastical mystery, I asked my brother to dig a hole for me on the top terrace or our backyard: it was to be a portal into an Alice in Wonderland-like world of crazy magic. I believed it would be the entrance to this world. I imagined walking down wooden steps leading to this new dimension. I would fill my head with magical energies. For me, the excitement of these moments linger: I will never outgrow the feeling of a glorious fifth dimension that exists-but like a tip-of-the-tongue-stumble- is frustratingly difficult to articulate with a name or word. And that brings me to the inspiration of this fantastical installation. It began with the memory of a long-ago hike with my dad. He brought me to a withered tree where tiny trinkets were placed inside a hole where a branch used to be. I felt like the collective energy from the people that contributed to it was enough for anyone to believe in Magic. My world was filed by fairytales that spoke to this enchantment. However, parts of it still felt fuzzy to me. As much as I searched, I was never able to find the clear entrance. This project represents a marriage between childhood discoveries and the nourished-embellishment of time. By creating this alluring fantasy, I am opening the door to the world that lives within my mind, and manifesting it into reality.