On weekends, my husband and I have adopted the habit of watching Turner Classic movies.  The plots are hilarious and predictable in a comforting way.   Maybe it’s age, or possibly the competing uncertainties of my life, but knowing how something will “end” provides a real escape.  It’s a control thing.

The work of Nancy Chan invokes a similar feeling.  The compositions are easy and straightforward, albeit the amazing skill and practice involved in their production.