Artist Statement: Coney Island has held a special place in my heart ever since I first viewed it out the back window of my father's 1968 Delta 88 while he ran into Nathan's to get us a greasy bag of crinkle cut fries. Coney Island has changed over the years since I first arrived, and I have changed as well; by the time I rediscovered the park in the 80's, it had seen better days. Yet there was something in the flaking paint and dilapidated rides that called to me from across the years. One of those rides that seemed destined for the dust heap of history was the B&B Carousell (that's how it's been spelled since the 1930's). The first time I rode the Carousell, I was not aware of its history; I just hopped on. As I whirled around to the thumping Calliope music, I was quickly transported back to my own childhood—when they still let you grab the brass ring and then toss it back into a bucket at the end.
