As a child my creativity flowed freely. But as I grew, the pressures of conformity began to dull that vibrant spark. The need to fit in, to meet expectations, gradually silenced the inner voice that once urged me to create. The world seemed to value practicality over passion. Then, one day, a yearning for that lost childlike spirit. i asked myself what happend to me, what happedn to my uniqeness. Now i just look like everyone else I picked up a paintbrush and began to explore the canvas. My inner child made an apperance. I am no Picasso but i think these's paqintings are perfect.