In the kitchen where I first experienced true connection, my journey as
a creative began. Before dabbling in other creations, my entry point was becoming an amateur chef. Taking pride in filling the bellies of those I
love.

It all started in my mother's kitchen. Her sanctuary, where her
culinary prowess served as my inspiration. She permitted me to observe
her craft on the condition that it was done from the sidelines. I would
drag over a chair and plop on the cushion while absorbing her
expertise with eager eyes. I’d watch her cook for hours seated on that
misplaced chair; I would witness her culinary symphony unfold, our
conversations weaving seamlessly between life's tales and her kitchen
secrets. From afar, I admired her, whispering to myself... “one day, I'll
be in that kitchen, where I could remain in a flow state able to create
art too...”

As an adult, when I visit home, I admire her, still seated at the base of
the kitchen. Taking notes and bringing them back to my sanctuary, my
kitchen.