Art, in all its forms, has always been my constant. As a multi-racial child suspended between identities and expectations, I often found myself in spaces that didn’t quite understand me. But in those moments of disconnection, art offered me a language all my own — a space where I could feel seen, even if no one else was watching.
I’ve spent most of my career as a creative in the background. A builder of brands. A teacher of design. A supporter of visionaries. I’ve loved bringing insights to students and helping shape ideas that move people. But I never felt compelled to share my own voice in an industry already overflowing with opinions, inspiration, and well-packaged advice.
The creative world is saturated. I know this. And yet, through years of teaching, I realized what I’d missed: not everyone connects with the loudest voice in the room. Sometimes, it’s the quieter stories—the ones whispered in doubt, shaped in resilience, and finally told in courage—that resonate the most.
If just one person stumbles across my story, finds something they relate to, and feels a bit less alone or a bit more inspired, then this blog becomes more than another drop in the ocean. It becomes a signal fire. A creative companion. A quiet nudge that says, “You belong here, too.”
This space is a diary of lessons learned in classrooms, boardrooms, and quiet moments of self-doubt. It’s a behind-the-scenes look at building brands that honor identity. A reflection on the human side of design. A space for mistakes, triumphs, and most of all—growth.
I’m here not to claim I know everything, but to share what I’ve seen, felt, and learned. To talk about the hard days, the wins, the lessons I wish I’d had sooner. And to invite you into this messy, beautiful journey of creativity, identity, and purpose.
So, welcome. If you’ve ever questioned your place in this industry, if you’ve ever felt like the outsider, the background player, or the quiet creative—this space is for you.
Welcome.