Her process was ritual. She would start by selecting a theme—sometimes a loose idea like "weekday reveries" or "forgotten interiors," sometimes a single color that haunted her. Then she’d dive into the stacks, hunting for pieces that fit like puzzle fragments. A handwritten recipe clipped from a seventies lifestyle section might pair with an austere architectural photo from a modernist catalogue. A whimsical ad for a soda would be juxtaposed against a terse editorial about urban loneliness. The magic came in the tension: the points where old narratives collided and made new ones possible.