My first attempt at creating was a simple drawing of a tree. I was young, and my only tools were a green crayon and a piece of scrap paper. The result was not impressive by any objective standard; the trunk was a wobbly brown line and the leaves were just a messy green scribble. Yet, I remember a profound sense of accomplishment. I had looked at something in the world, translated it through my own mind and hand, and produced something new that did not exist before. That feeling, the pure joy of bringing an idea into a tangible form, was the spark that ignited my lifelong enjoyment of the creative process.
I like making because it is an act of focused freedom. It provides a unique space where my thoughts and feelings can be explored without constraint, channeled into a physical or digital object. The process itself is deeply absorbing, offering a respite from the noise of daily life as I become fully immersed in solving a problem, whether it is choosing the right word in a sentence or mixing the perfect color for a painting. The final product is secondary to the journey; the true satisfaction comes from the act of learning, experimenting, and the quiet thrill of turning a blank page or an empty canvas into a piece of myself.