I was a rebellious two year old rampaging through the house straight into a chest with an open paint canister. My mother's eyes widened in horror as the canister went flying into the air, spilling the blue paint all over my head and my white dress. Turns out, this was my first art project.

This was also the moment that filled me with curiosity. Overcome with wonder, I wanted to paint and stick my hands into anything I could mold or play with. Paint, chalk, mud. I loved it all.

As the years went by, I immersed myself into various forms of arts, hungry to try anything and everything: painting, dance, sculpture. I even established a successful photography business.  But then life happened and art became secondary. I graduated from university, got a 9 to 5 job that paid well and one that I truly enjoyed. Only unforeseen circumstances at work made me question the path I was on. Frustrated, confused and lost, I once again turned to art. Handing in my resignation a little while later, I decided to go all in, head first, without hesitation. 

The rest is history.