Since childhood, I’ve been fascinated by art and creativity. I loved making things out of colorful construction paper and pipe cleaners, always eager to bring ideas to life with my hands. My German grandmother often took me to international markets and vintage stores, where she opened my eyes to new cultures and unique design. She taught me that something used can still be a one-of-a-kind treasure.
When our family traveled back and forth to Europe, I couldn’t wait to see what small gifts they’d bring home—Monchhichi dolls, Milka chocolates, or a handmade coin purse filled with Deutsche marks (now Euros). My Oma and Opa always had vinyl records playing in the background: my grandfather’s favorites ranged from Jim Reeves and Louis Armstrong to German polka.
Food was another constant. Both sides of my family—and especially my mother—made every gathering center around the table, whether it was traditional American dishes or European cuisine. These experiences nurtured not only my love of art and design, but also my appreciation for culture, tradition, and the joy of finding beauty in everyday life.
