Finding the artwork kind of felt like a treasure hunt, like I was hunting down secrets. Because even though the art is in public spaces, seeing the locals simply walk by them because they are used to them, but me seeing them for the first time, when you stand in front of a masterpiece and it envelopes you in its greatness where time stops for a moment and you feel that magic of yourself changing in how you see the world and your place in it. And the odd contrast of having this transcendent experience while others are just going about their day around you is dizzying.

It all begins with an idea.

From my second grade diary to now.