I remember standing in my first apartment, feeling a little lost. The walls were bare, the space felt generic, and it just didn’t feel like mine. I wanted a place that reflected my personality, but my budget was tight. That’s when I picked up a paintbrush for the first time, unsure of what I was

I remember standing in my living room, feeling a quiet sense of dissatisfaction. It was nice, but it wasn’t me. It looked like so many other living rooms, filled with safe choices and popular trends. I craved something more, a space that truly reflected my personality and felt like a sanctuary. That feeling sparked a