Since I was little, creativity wasn’t just something I enjoyed it was how I got through things I didn’t. Studying never came easy, so I’d turn textbook answers into tiny doodle maps and visual metaphors just to make sense of them. While others highlighted, I sketched. Picture books pulled me in more than paragraphs ever could, and somewhere in that tug-of-war between imagination and information, I started wondering why do visuals feel so much more alive?

Back then, “creativity” meant winning school art competitions, doodling margins during history class, and getting way too excited for craft day. At home, I’d watch my mother embroider delicate patterns onto bedsheets and quilts each thread a quiet lesson in patience, composition, and detail. Her hands taught me what symmetry looked like before I ever heard the word “design.”

Those early instincts grew into a fascination with visual storytelling, material culture, and more recently, digital systems. I’m still figuring out where all these creative chapters lead but I know if it’s creating impact, telling a story, and a little (or a lot) experimental — I’m home.