I have always been afraid of growing up. In the past four years, it has only gotten worse. I see reality; I see the world ahead of me, all around me, the blissful misery waiting for me patiently. I catch the breeze; it brings me home. I keep my courage; I keep in motion and try not to get carried away. It is the cycle of life I speak of. Remember to breathe; the announcement rings a bell.
The wonders of life have always charmed me, the continuous movement of patterns and differences. The never-ending journey, which is objectively, pulled by my curiosity, desire and greed; compels me to know more. In realizing the similarities I share, whether it’s photography or the color yellow, our differences speak mountains, not battlefields. And in motion, I learn, and where I learn the opportunities are simply endless.
In the past few years I have been studying photography intensely. While I deeply enjoy photographing, my heart is really in the histories, theories and criticism of art. I am desperately hungry to know more, and with that desire alone my knowledge grows. My song has just begun, and now I am ready for the challenges that lay ahead of me. So, maybe in the end I am not scared of growing up, because I honestly believe the best is yet to come.
