I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t drawn to design - I just didn’t have a name for it yet.

 

As a kid, my interests leaned unconventional. While other children collected toys or trading cards, I had my own strange ritual: collecting empty liquor bottles from a neighbor’s trash and lining them up on my window sill. It wasn’t about what they were, but what was on them—the labels. The colors, typography, and tiny illustrations fascinated me. Somehow, my parents never questioned it, and those bottles stayed, glowing in the sunlight like my own little gallery.

 

Around the same time, I developed another peculiar habit: flipping through the Yellow Pages, not to find anything but to study. I’d spend hours tracing logos from plumbers, electricians, and anyone with a design that caught my eye, wondering why some stood out more than others. That curiosity grew into an interest in comic books, album covers, and CD cover art. 

 

Looking back, what felt like random fascination was really the beginning of my design eye—I was already studying long before I knew what graphic design was and It turns out those little obsessions were pointing me exactly where I was meant to go.

 

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