I often wonder how I saw the world as a child. I imagine it was with sincere curiosity and awe, untouched by labels, comparisons, or expectations. How do I experience life like that again?

My childhood photos suggest I spent a lot of time surrounded by birds. I must have had so many questions about them. Why do they look like that? Where do they sleep? How do they know where to go? How do they make friends? Why can’t I pick one up? How do they fly? Can I fly too?

Somewhere along the way, I learned what a bird was by definition, and my curiosity faded. A bird became just a bird in my mind. I still don't really know how a bird knows where to go. So why did I stop asking questions?

The more I rediscover my curiosity, the more I want to make art, try new things, and forget perfection. Playing with different creative mediums, I try to see the world through my inner child, beyond what I’m used to seeing as an adult. That's when the seemingly ordinary starts to feel like something special, making even a bird feel extraordinary again.