Being an adult sometimes means sacrifices. You would have to sacrifice your innocence, the bliss of happiness, the summer sweat out of running too fast at the beach, the tan line on your shoulder showing your bathing suit, the smell of popcorn, the friendly faces, the beautiful smiles on your friend’s face holding up a popsicle…etc. But the beautiful part of adulthood is also about sacrifices. It is about being able to sacrifice for your beliefs, to exchange for the ability of articulation and reinvention of those moments of pure happiness, to pay tribute and gratitude to the person that you grew from.

My work is about nostalgia of childhood and the desire of growing up. How funny and somewhat brutal that children always pretend they are older than they really are when adults wish they had never grew up.