For most of my life, I followed the path that made sense.
I grew up in Chile in a conservative family: good grades, responsible choices, a stable career. I always loved art, but never really believed it could be a job. I became a physical therapist instead — work I genuinely loved because it let me help people.
An opportunity brought me to the United States. I built a life there and spent twelve years with the same company, eventually becoming a manager. Later, a move to the Czech Republic changed everything. I had already left my job with a quiet plan to finally give more time to art when my marriage ended.
Suddenly I was in Europe, unsure what came next. So I started drawing.
Not because I had a business plan. Because it made me feel good. Drawing made me slow down enough to really see where I was. House- and pet-sitting, which began as a practical way to stretch my savings, gave me quiet homes, companionship and time to create. After months of traveling and healing, I realized that beautiful places alone aren't enough for me. I need purpose, contribution and connection.
