Forget Me Not

There is something quietly emotional about forget-me-nots. Their tiny blue petals, scattered gently throughout the garden, always felt to me like little memories hidden amongst the grass. Much like the flower's name softly pleads - forget me not - this piece became a quiet reminder to hold onto wonder, tenderness, and the parts of ourselves we slowly leave behind as we grow older.

Throughout this series, I revisit ways of seeing that once came naturally: looking closely, inventing stories, sensing magic in ordinary things, and finding beauty in possibilities yet to unfold. Growing up does not necessarily mean leaving these qualities behind. Perhaps maturity does not require abandoning curiosity, imagination, or our capacity for wonder.

Named after the flower traditionally associated with remembrance, Forget Me Not is both a reflection and a gentle invitation. To me, it asks: How can we grow up without forgetting how to wonder? Perhaps wonder is not something we lose, but something we simply need to remember.