As I grew up, I painted my bedroom walls at a pace that led my dad to sign up for a premier membership at Home Depot. At one point, each of the five walls sported a different color. Then, I stumbled upon the magic of printing, and suddenly they were adorned with images from far-off places I had always dreamed of visiting but never thought I would reach. After a few years, the walls were left bare. I've always been deeply influenced by my surroundings; the colors invite oxygen into my lungs, and the sounds of birds chirping outside my open window as the paint dries infuse a rhythmic energy into my step. Each birthday brought a new coat of paint to the wall and a new version of myself emerging. I am in a constant state of evolution. I am a wanderer, refusing to be confined to just one color for the rest of my days. I am a verb—growing, changing, mending. My walls were a reflection of my own journey, and my design work follows suit. This relentless desire to embrace life fuels my creativity and emboldens me to take risks. I yearn to be an active participant in the ever-unfolding masterpiece I witness around me every day.