I long to return to my childhood bedroom. The objects I surrounded myself with held incredible value and informed the person I became. I hold on to these objects still, and treasure them with the utmost importance. These relics of the past keep my memories protected and exist as a token through which I can return to it. As I wander through my vast collection of memories, I remember the past in obscured pieces. Fragments of time are pieced together to create a whole, but not quite accurate picture. Treasures collected over many years live in a single space in my mind: my bedroom. Memory is not an authentic representation of the past. I step into hazy daydreams–idealized notions of my childhood. The reimagining of symbols from this time are created through objects, photographs, and jewelry. Creating an amalgamation of all my memories of my room, and of some of the objects I desired most, connects me to the person I once was, giving life to colorful, reflective, and playful ornamentation.