There’s a spark in the monkey, an energy in that enclosure that feels familiar. It’s in the way monkeys chase each other across branches, tumble through leaves, and swing just for the thrill of it. Their play is wild and free, yet purposeful, a kind of joyful discovery that mirrors the children watching them from below.

Both groups are driven by the same force: curiosity, creativity and a sense of exploration. A need to discover, test limits, push boundaries, express themselves. The monkeys leap and dangle, inventing games on the fly, while the children gasp and laugh, mirroring the energy with wide-eyed wonder. It’s a loop of recognition, one being, seeing something of itself in another.

In those moments, in the mind of a child the boundaries between enclosure and observation blurs. It’s just beings at play, learning, moving, becoming. And for a few heartbeats, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.  I strive to regain that feeling, fearlessness pursuit of things new.  That’s what’s on my creative path.