Growing up non-Mormon in Salt Lake City in the '60s and '70s, Denver artist Kirsten Easthope was not a social butterfly. Though her artistic talents gained her a modicum of popularity in school, she admits to having had few close friends. "You just didn't belong, no matter how nice you were," she recalls. But Easthope had a fantasy refuge: the bright lights of Reno, where her grandmother lived surrounded by an aura of neon signs and high-kicking showgirls. And the outsider... More >>>