Sometimes I lose myself, my place, my balance, all because of design. I think about design every waking hour of the day, and even in my dreams. I taste it, hear it, and see it. It empowers me, provokes me, angers me, and inspires me. Consumes me. Everything I see, hear or read relates back to it. A lovely floral dress, the colors the sun makes peeking through a cloud, the silence in the early morning after sitting in the studio all night.

The taste of cold coffee I’ve forgotten about because I’m too busy drawing, painting, laughing, or singing. Since I was a child, for as long as I can remember and for as long as I have breath I will be this way. Heart, Passion and Love for design isn’t taught, it’s within you. If I have nothing, at least I know I will always be a designer.