We are constantly told to be ourselves and at the same time, held to societal standards that label our talents and passions. As an eleven-year-old in elementary school, I followed the tune of my heart and won every art competition. With time, however, I let the hand of creativity slip away.

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Myself of Age Eleven serves as a vessel to project my love for storytelling and photography while displaying my understanding of the ever-changing world around me. It serves as a medium - a visually poetic one - to revisit and reinvent the eleven-year-old me. It exhibits stories of others and of my own, the good, the bad, the kind, the evil, and at times, the bland.

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So, sit back, relax, and explore on. I hope my words and photos will spark a light in you and allow you to revisit a part of yourself that, you too, may have let go with time and age.