A proper charm bracelet, like this one, is both overcrowded and unreadable, a jangle of details that refuse to coalesce into an explanation. . . . The fish, the typewriter, the acorn (to scale), the globe (not) are not words in a sentence, but objects from the real world fallen down the rabbit hole and brought together by a conspiracy of fortune and design.
—The Collections of Barbara Bloom, p. 118.