I was born into contrast. I grew up observing, witnessing, creating, learning how things were made, how nature spoke through motion. To see beauty in contrast, strength in sensitivity, the divine in silence. To understand how things simply belonged without asking to exist.
Raised amid the tension of occidental and oriental cultures, with clashing customs and opposing beliefs, my childhood often left me conflicted, adrift, unsure where I stood. Early on, I learned to hold multiplicity. And my hands became a refuge, a way to process it all. I made sense of the chaos by creating.
