Given the freedom to paint our very own dreams from the age of early childhood, most dreamers have a love to create. Our curiosity for the working world of mommas and papas who put on professional clothes and save the day only seems to grow with the passing of age. Oh, to decorate our visions in fairy-tales of brave firefighters and adventurous entrepreneurs! These are our dreams, and they shine brightly like a city adorned in magical lights. This is a city of growth and prospect.
Like the precious girl here, so small, who creates hope for the masses by switching on bright lights of opportunity, we also have a strange and unique power to tap into a network of raw force. The odd thing about our dreams is that we can either influence the world with aspirations of hope and love, or to we can leave the ever-growing population disturbed by our own ‘light pollution.’ Far too often it seems, we end up trampling the growth of another dreamer in order to adorn our own path for a chance at success.
Like the innocence of childhood, I yearn for a light that switches on hope. That, I believe, is the beauty of "Shanghai Lights". [Kristen Delaney]