We were given a mind to challenge, eyes to appreciate, and a hand to create
I grew up in a communist country, a beautiful land with glorious mountain ranges, peaceful farmlands where patterns of life have hardly changed for centuries, a far reaching delta with extravagant bio-diversity - and a country that made and grew things as our way of living and surviving. The very notion of "wellbeing" was not in our vocabulary, the idea of creating for a living was not on the horizon. So, I became an engineer by degree just because I was good at physics and maths, not because my soul wanted it that way, it's just the way it was. Then we had our very own violent revolution, communism and its safety nets became a thing of the past, and a world of opportunity and un-imagined risks beckoned. I discovered the joy of colour, something that had been missing from our grey lives - and the joy of creating my own stories, weaving in and out of drawings and images that seemed to emerge from deep within me. By fits and starts I decided where my future lay - in making things - because it is who I grew up to be - but the things I would decide to make, which would have to stretch my imagination and build my knowledge - would have colour, art and story-telling at their core - and I would make these things for women like me, women whose spirits are also uplifted by sights and words that reach deep into their souls. I would become a CREATIVE EXPLORER