As a kid, I spent hours drawing on scraps of paper my mom would bring home from work, often imagining I was creating masterpieces for a grand gallery. Visiting my grandmother’s house was magical; her walls were adorned with vibrant paintings she’d collected over the years, each telling stories she’d share with me over tea. One day, she gave me a tiny set of watercolors, and from the moment I dipped the brush in the paint, I knew art would always be my way of seeing and understanding the world.