Flowers have always been a part of my story, woven into my identity long before I realized their significance. My father was a florist—an artist in his own right—who worked with his hands to create beauty, arranging colors and textures like a painter with a brush. His craft was more than just floral design; it was a language of care, of artistry, of leaving something meaningful behind. Later in life, he suffered a stroke, a moment that could have silenced his creativity, but instead, it revealed his true strength. His resilience, his quiet courage, and his unwavering spirit became a source of deep inspiration for me. Watching him push forward, even when life reshaped his path, made me realize that we all have a way to leave our mark on the world. I wanted mine to be a flower—a signature that carries his legacy forward. A symbol of growth, beauty, and endurance. Just like him, my art is my way of creating something that lasts, something that speaks without words, something that, like a flower, can bloom beyond the moment it was created.