There, in nostalgia (74 x 114 cm)

To get to my favorite park in Toronto, I would pedal along a path with endless flowers.

Ah, how lovely summer is and the colors that accompany it!

I would always arrive panting at the grassy hill, where I would lie down to rest under the sun.

There, I would dream.

With my eyelids closed, I saw flashes of color that transformed into whispering bubbles. I floated.

There, the clocks were on vacation.

Blue: the reflection of what it feels like to close your eyes under the sun.

There, where memories turn into light.

And you? In what color did you store your nostalgia?