Taking reference from my real childhood photos, I find a constant in the blades of grass I used to run through my sprinkler in, the cold chlorine pool I’d find myself wading in across family vacations, and the luminescent sky that I revisit every time I watch the sun sink into Lake Ontario. this piece focuses on just the little pieces of my life that transport me back to when I was juvenile. the fragments of my youth are fragments of my present and fragments of my future, still waiting to be pieced together with more life and new experience.

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