Wild
Child

Scattered across the space are objects that defined Alex’s childhood: the red Fender guitar gifted by his father, a bodyboard from days at the California coast, a skateboard, a camera on the shelf preserving every memory. The child reaching for the wall isn’t decorating it. He’s writing the name of who he already was.

Two silhouettes frame the boy at the center. One solid, one outlined. They are his roots before he understood what roots meant, the people who made him who he was before loss had a word. The deliberate difference in how each is rendered carries the whole weight of the piece. Some absences arrive slowly. The boy smiles. He doesn’t know yet.

An alternative version of Concept 01, Alex's personal favorite. The same room, the same wall. But this time the boy is facing you. Sunglasses on, his father's guitar in hand. This version carries more of that wild energy. The playful, fearless side that defines who Alex has always been.

Nature as texture, texture as feeling. A painted close-up, soft and unhurried. The treatment pulls the image away from photography and closer to memory. A wilder side of Wild Child, but a quieter one.

Bold before you look twice. The colors hit first: that saturated blue, the red breaking through. Then the feeling settles in. A boy suspended in a vast open sky, no ground beneath him, nothing holding him back. That is the Wild in Wild Child.