“Every happy memory created in childhood is a treasure of time.”

Isn’t childhood a wonderful time? When you look back at yours, you’re bound to have many different memories from those days. Hopefully, you can recall far more enjoyable memories than unpleasant ones. Childhood memories are precious since, in a way, they represent that phase in your life when everything was new, you had a greater sense of curiosity, you were more willing to discover things, and for the most part, mistakes you made were likely fairly benign. It was truly a time filled with countless “wow” moments, in contrast to those “can’t do this” and “I know better” moments that can plague us as adults. For me the most important relationship which I share with my family and the second-most is friendship. I paint my childhood’s memories. Though I miss out the kinship of sisterhood. In the absence of that relationship, I imagine how it would be to have a sister. My longing for her comes through my paintings. I tend to find a sisterhood in my friends, so my portrayals are around friendships as well. In my earlier days, my paintings were around motherhood and a relationship between siblings. After I become a mother, I started integrating my relationship with my child through the paintings. This is how to like to portray me and the loved ones.