I love to remember the wonder and amazement I felt as a child. Everything felt like a dream, life seemed so expansive, I could spend hours pretending that I was anything I wanted to be, or anywhere I wanted to be. As a child, there were no worries about wasting time, or limits set on my creative mind. Time was plentiful, life was whatever I wanted it to be. Hours could be lost in the blink of an eye. In the beginning of my life, I could see pure truth without abstraction.

As an adult, I am no longer a part of that moment, but this world would benefit from a glimpse into that innocence, even for only an instant. I imagine going back to a place where everything was wonderfully unfamiliar. I comfortable space were there are no judgments or preoccupations. I like to remember the times when I would meet someone, and think about how amazing their life must be, and wish them into mine.

I see these faces as an illustration that a person is much more than what we see on the surface, paintable because of a weaving of memories and experiences. As we age, we begin to create a persona of how we would like to be seen. Since the eyes are easily distracted, and can see truths and illusions, we can never really be sure that what they are showing is actually what is received by others. The mind can become more constricted with age, and I want to slow down that process. I want to appreciate the beauty of the journey and savor that memory of my childlike wonder.