26. March 2026

THE BEGINNING

A mothers love.

Where do I begin? I’ve always had a place in my heart for art. As a child, I remember my mother doodling while she wrote or talked on the phone. It fascinated me—I couldn’t believe something so simple could carry so much feeling.

Naturally, I started doing the same. I found myself doodling during schoolwork or while sitting in class. I wasn’t a great student, mostly because my mind was always somewhere else. School felt boring, and my thoughts seemed far more interesting—at least to me. I would daydream constantly, imagining all kinds of things, but I never quite knew how to express them. So, I just kept doodling, not thinking much of it.

As time went on, my mother noticed my lack of interest in school. She had me tested for learning disabilities, searching for answers, but nothing ever really explained it. The truth was simple—I just wasn’t engaged. Looking back, I realize the teaching style didn’t capture my attention.

Still, my mother always supported me. She loved my little art projects, no matter how silly they were, and encouraged me to keep creating. That encouragement eventually led me beyond drawing and into building—and taking things apart.

I became fascinated with electronics. I wanted to know how everything worked, and the only way I knew how to learn was by taking things apart. We didn’t have much growing up, so when my mother managed to buy me a new toy, it was a big deal. For me, though, it became a challenge to understand it. I’d tear it apart and try to put it back together—sometimes even turning it into something completely different.

That didn’t always go over well. My mother would get frustrated, especially knowing how hard she worked to afford those things. But even then, she was amazed at what I could create in the end.

I’m not a genius, an engineer, or even a great artist. But I’ve come to understand something important—my creativity exists because my mother allowed it to grow. She supported me through mistakes, curiosity, and even a little destruction along the way.

So, thank you, Mom. Your patience and belief in me shaped who I am today.