We were all, at one time in our lives or another, members of, the republic of childhood, and, not very many of us (actually, I think the number is close to N-O-N-E!) had ever, made it out through our childhood years unscathed, as adults.
not my photograph…
And once we’d become, exiles from this republic of childhood, it’ll be, next to IMPOSSIBLE, to get back into the “game”, so to speak. The republic of childhood consisted of dreams, fantasies, lying, ALL day long in the backyards, daydreaming away, to doing anything meaningful (according to all you adults!!!), and, just, having a life of ease, with absolutely ZERO worries.
The republic of childhood is, close to nonexistent these days, as children are, being, taken, every single minute of every single day, just take a look around, and see how easily children get exposed today. With so many awful things happening in the world, it is, really, very difficult, to maintain these easily lost innocence of childhood years…
not my painting…
The “composites” of the republic of childhood is made up of, imagination, dreams, fantasies, children running, wild and free, with the boundaries set, reasonably.
not my painting still…