My decades-long curiosity about the writer Janet Frame began after watching a screening of the Jane Campion film, An Angel at My Table, an autobiography of Frame's life, when I was in college at the UW-Madison in 1990. I was struck by Frame's densely poetic cadence and was mystified why I had such a hard time reading her novels, but desperately wanted to. I learned that if I read her novels very fast, I would unleash fragments of phrases or excerpts from the pages that fed the imagery in my own artwork.