Adulthood seems far away from me even though I have been an adult for several years. Childhood memories, it seems, are not carefree, but those worries will soon be cured by a toy or a piece of cake. Now sometimes I feel depressed and confused, but don’t know how to heal myself. Just like standing on the road but not knowing where to go.

 

I was inspired by an old playground. When did I go to the playground last time? For me as a child, going to an amusement park was the happiest thing imaginable.Even though now I can be free to do so, it is not same anymore.

 

I use balloons to represent my unrealistic notion. Colorful, lightsome but fragile. I let my friend stand in the playground wearing a suit, suit and leather shoes let him not be able to play freely. When the plastic bag wrapped around him, he felt bored and suffocated. The overall mood is quite somber with a little bit creepy. I imagine it's a murder on a rainy day, and the victim is my childish brave dreams. The last picture is the balloon in a light color. This is how I cherish my memories.

 

What does it mean to be grown up? There might be more responsibility and bondage, more freedom and loss. Is to say goodbye to the past, is the pursuit of the future. I will always sincerely commemorate the past, and always be enthusiastic to meet the future.

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