Since I could remember, I had always been infatuated with art and mesmerized by color, and felt empowered by the creative voice. Apart from growing up as an aspiring dancer, my love for art began way before my first dance class. I attribute my fascination of color to my brother, Michael. Michael is the youngest of three brothers that I have, and is undoubtedly my closest sibling by default as he is the only sibling I had the honor to live and grow up with during childhood. (I am the youngest of 5, and 17 years younger than my eldest sibling.) Only being 14 months younger than Mike, we figured out a lot about the world around us together. One of my first, and most cherished memories is of us as young children sitting together and coloring with crayons. Well before we were able to read the color on the side, I remember him always interrupting my extremely focused coloring to ask me which color crayon he was holding. It took me a while of telling him that the sky isn’t purple, and that typically the sun is considered yellow for my parents to realize he was colorblind. The type of colorblindness he has isn’t total, he can see colors just not the same way you and I would see them. We would have conversations in adulthood about the beauty of sunsets and he will say how other people who see normal color point out the beauty in the sky when he sees a plain sky, but when the clouds are overcast and the sky is grey, he would be mesmerized by the sky in front of him.