About

My Story

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There are countless questions I never had the chance to ask my dad. And in the 13 years since he passed, even more have surfaced—still without answers. What I can do now is just keep showing up, giving my best, and trusting the journey. Doing the small, seemingly insignificant tasks without expecting anything in return. Because I believe all things are connected, and those small actions might eventually tie into something bigger—if not in this lifetime, perhaps in another.  

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My story? I used to think I didn't have one. A fellow creative Stella had to assure me that everyone has a story to tell. I still havent figured out what my story is, but perhaps that is the story - that i don't have one clear one and I'm figuring it out as I go. My story is an exercise in discovery —figuring things out as I go, taking the next possible step, and seeing where it leads. There’s no grand plan, just a willingness to keep moving forward, to create, to explore, and to be open to whatever comes next.

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I owe much of who I am to the people who have shaped me. My quirky relationship with my family has influenced my outlook on life, and my admiration for Rick Springfield whose songs lyrics helped me through my angsty years in processing my emotions. Kublai Millan inspired me to embrace creativity and actually identify as a creative.  And at the heart of it all is my father. He was a positive soul who always saw potential—even when it wasn’t obvious. Though he never identified as a creative, his pondering mind and thoughtful nature left a lasting impact on me. He didn’t get to publish his writing, but I will dedicate a page here to his stories so they can take flight. Honoring his memory by embracing my own creativity feels like a way to continue his journey—and mine—wherever it may lead.