When I was in sixth grade, my dad took me to Easter State Penitentiary in Philadelphia. When I think of old Pennsylvania architecture, especially ones resembling a castle and its walls, I think of that place. There was nothing dreamy about it, yet something inside of me began to romanticize the experience. As an artist, I love to explore where romanticized feelings come from, especially when my initial experience with something is so doldrum. It's like there's an alternate universe to every place and experience, which then has potential to inspire hope. You just have to tilt your head a little bit and squint.