As a child, I explored the world with a blank notepad in hand, where I illustrated trees, animals and imaginary characters, or made up my own stories. This artistic sanctuary helped me navigate social situations as a neurodivergent individual.

I often regarded my unique traits as problems, a sentiment commonly shared among my peers, which resulted in some unnecessary drama. For example, fearing the loss of my “special magic,” one day I reached out to the Evening Star through a prayer I came up with, seeking protection for this essence. I had been led to believe that my magic could diminish due to factors beyond my control; yet in spite of that, I would persistently challenge societal norms, with no indication of desisting. My desire to belong coexisted with a yearning to inspire others. In this light, I considered that by feigning struggle and confusion, I could present myself as relatable, inviting others to join me on this authentic journey.

The problem with this approach is it eventually manages to obscure one’s authentic self. As I realise now, my journey was never about struggling to stay true to myself; rather, it was a process of unlearning the masks I wore. Art has been the cornerstone of this transformative experience.

Adina’s Artworld presents a retrospective of my childhood drawings, reinterpreted through my contemporary artistic lens. This exhibition resonates with the cinematic trend of remakes and draws parallels to curatorial practices in other parts of the world. What sets my approach apart is the personal insight I hold from those early days: I can recall the intentions and thoughts that shaped all of my early creations. Revisiting these foundational beliefs allows me to confront and re-evaluate misperceptions I have internalised, such as the notion of the “terrible struggle” it is to be at one with myself. It is time to reveal the pure joy it has always been.