This series is the result of my reflections on involuntary domestic escapism. I've always thought that decorating reality is not just a way to escape problems but also a remarkable skill to see beauty in the most ordinary things. As a child, I used to cover my school notebooks with stickers to make boring lessons a little more bearable. Now, I decorate the courtyards of my childhood with glitter, beads, and bows—in an attempt to transform my memories of reality and perhaps make peace with them a little.
