I don’t remember the first time I picked up a brush, but I do remember the feeling. As a child, I painted late into the evening while the world outside quieted down. The smell of paper and the rhythm of colour felt like home.

Art stayed with me throughout my life, through school competitions, national wins, and the quiet chaos of growing up. It was the one constant that never left. Later, when I began travelling solo, that’s when something shifted within me.

From the beaches of Thailand to the untouched beauty of Madagascar and the vast, breathtaking landscapes of the USA, I found myself collecting moments I never wanted to lose. Photos helped, but they didn’t hold the memories. I needed more than just an image; I needed to feel those places again.