There is something beautifully 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 pleads - forget me not - they seem to carry a longing to be remembered.

Named after the flower traditionally associated with remembrance, Forget-me-nots is both a reflection and an invitation. To me, it asks: How can we grow older without forgetting the way we once saw the world?

This piece became a reminder to hold onto wonder, tenderness, and the parts of ourselves that often fade as we move through adulthood, yet which I believe never truly leave us. Even as we grow older, may we never forget the sense of wonder that once made ordinary things feel extraordinary.

Throughout this series, I revisited 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 older does not necessarily mean leaving these qualities behind. Maturity does not require abandoning curiosity, imagination, or our capacity for wonder.

Wonder is not something we lose, but something we simply need to remember.