I was meditating on the slippery, fragile nature of childhood. I watched forms organically surface—a young child, a melting altar, an imposing totem, and a dark cluster of upside-down faces buried beneath a floating shard of land. I did not predetermine this scene; I discovered it as I drew. When you look at the child standing before these shifting, uncanny structures, what personal history is being replayed? What specific fears, memories, or forgotten stages of your own life does this piece awaken?