When I was little, I asked my grandmother to tell a story and she was a great story teller. As her voice tone went up and down, I was riding a roller coaster of emotion. After she finished her story telling, I paused a moment in silence. But soon after I began reconstructing my memory of her telling the story and the freedom of interpretation is a privilege granted to a devoted listener. I carefully grouped artworks that bring me multiple versions of stories and a room of interpretation is indeed a special privilege given to a devoted viewer.