Wilson’s assemblages, she said, only told a story (to her, at least) when she put them together, and she didn’t plan the story ahead of time. “Inside the home garage that was long ago converted into her studio, Ms. Wilson worked in a uniform that included knickers, long socks and a vest. The shelves in the room were filled with the ephemera that she had purchased at five-and-dime stores, antique shops and flea markets or was given by friends and neighbors. She used her daughter’s toys, including a tiny doll.”