After my father’s death, my glass ceiling shattered.

I felt the imposition of a sense of responsibility for the breadth of my skills, my knowledge, and a sense of duty toward my father, a promise to fulfill his life legacy. His goal was to work for my freedom and success, and under his protection, I experienced his euphoric, magical, absolutely ethereal creations… I lived in a dream bubble.

He opened me up to new visions, new perspectives, and guided me to become the best version of myself.

Which is why, when he passed away last year, and after spending the better part of the last ten years preparing and training to launch a business, I felt a profound call to serve. To use the tools, knowledge, freedom, resources, and vision he passed on to me, so that I too could liberate others and help them reach their potential, just as my father did for me.

The years spent overcoming addiction, gender dysphoria, stints at the finger painting academy, trauma, burnout, learning how to rebuild myself mentally, physically… The development of my resilience and my personal leadership. But also the support to write my books, to pursue my joy, my fulfillment, and the discovery of my gifts, publishing my art, going back to school to learn how to become a developer and start my company…
And all the time spent researching and developing myself to strengthen this movement.

My promise to him: to serve those who didn’t have the same opportunities I had, so that they can be free too.