In the quiet rhythm of my days, I’ve come to see life as a series of deliberate, interconnected moments—each as meticulously cultivated as the bonsai trees I tend. Much like pruning a miniature forest, I learn to appreciate the balance between nature’s inherent chaos and the careful touch of human intention. Music, too, has always been my guide—a steady, underlying score that informs the cadence of my work on my home and the shared laughter of family gatherings. Whether I’m restoring a weathered beam or exploring new harmonies on my guitar, I’m continually reminded that the essence of life is found in its smallest, most deliberate details. It is in these moments—cultivating art, structure, and connection—that I craft not just a house, but a living, breathing home.