08/16/2026
What did you want to be when you grew up?
When I Grow Up (2026)
16x20”
Acrylic on Canvas
I was probably 8 years old the first time I became aware of my appearance. I was gangly, awkward, and hadn’t grown into my face quite yet. I remember wishing I was older, as if the answer to my problems lied within some Britney Spears perfume smuggled out of my mom’s closet or some roll-on body glitter. I was just a girl, but like most young girls, I wanted to be grown. If I could go back and talk to young Syd, I know I’d sound just like my mother.
“You’ve got all the time in the world to be an adult, just enjoy being a kid,” I’d say.
Then young Syd probably roll her eyes so hard at the adult in front of her as she globbed on another layer of 99¢ lip gloss from the Dollar General.
Strong-willed.
That never went away.
That’s what this painting is about: being a young girl and yearning to be older—cooler, prettier, more accepted. The makeup upgrades, the glitter washes off (in 8-10 business days), but at the end of the day I am still the same chronically shy, awkward little girl that I was back then, and I take a part of that little girl with me everywhere I go.
For as long as I can remember I’ve felt my feelings deeply, and haven’t always known how to express them. Consequently, it’s what’s drawn me to a creative outlet. Understanding this chapter is to make better sense of all the chapters to follow. Here’s to all my big-feeling little freaks. ✨🩷