For many, color is like air: abundant and ordinary, holding no particular value beyond personal preference. Some are drawn to red; others prefer blue. For some, color connects with emotions, stirring feelings much like a familiar scent. Others appreciate it for its role in design—an essential element in every object we see.
For me, color is all of this and so much more.
As someone with dyslexia, I faced significant challenges in learning and communication. Decoding letters and words was a struggle, but color became the bridge that connected my imagination to knowledge. Colors were more than just shades on a page or my favorite piece of clothing; they were keys that helped me organize ideas, grasp concepts, and, most importantly, express myself.
Through color, I found a language of my own—a language I embraced in every aspect of my life. Color guides my creativity, brings structure to my work, and fills my surroundings with meaning.
To live with color is to live with intention, harmony, and purpose.
Colors don’t just fill spaces; they tell stories, spark emotions, and build bridges where there were once barriers. And with every stroke of color, I continue to paint my own story—one where challenges become opportunities, and where the language of color has taught me that what makes us different is exactly what makes us unique.