Passion for design

Passion for design

why I design/build…

At each model home we visited, I ran up to the front door ahead of my parents excited as ever to see what the designers had prepared. I threw open the door and took a quick look around. Like a kid in a candy store, my eyes lit up scanning left to right. I shut the door quickly still clutching the handle and yelled back to my mom as she and my dad casually strolled up the front path, “Mommy, you are going to love this one!”

I knew her style, my mom. I knew what she liked and what she didn’t like. I could anticipate her reaction to the design she was about to see with just a quick glance. Colors, themes, textures, style, I knew all of that was important, how it fits together, how it flowed. I didn’t know why of course, I was under the age of 10. At that time, it was just fun to look at.

I loved the way a color palette was chosen, a theme was represented and the clean, organized appearance of a home that didn’t look lived in but was still warm, inviting and comfortable all at the same time. Linear patterns from the vacuum visible in the carpet, plastic food under a glass cloche in the kitchen and lots of books, plants, and photo frames tucked in all the right places.

How did they do that? The designers to me were genius.

It’s funny how when you are a child you never really know what you’re destined to do. You have your likes and dislikes. You have dreams and aspirations, but until you are all grown up, those childhood puzzle pieces never really make any sense. They’re just individual oddly shaped figures, multicolored and disjointed thrown on a tabletop with no picture on the box to use for guidance. Then over time those pieces slowly start to fit together making a picture of who you are.

Just as I didn’t realize that there was a designer puzzle piece in my box, I certainly didn’t expect that there would be a construction one either. Construction was the furthest thing from my mind growing up. But as I assemble my personal puzzle to this day, I realize how much I had a passion for architecture and civilizations as a kid. I’ve always had a thing for castles, ancient ruins and a healthy curiosity for how people lived.

I tossed around the idea of archeology as a field of college study, but my hatred for getting dirty, being confined in small spaces and underground passageways containing bugs sealed that fate. I still was fascinated with anthropology and humanities excelling in those classes in college. Studying the layout of a city and its relationship to where people lived and worked was intriguing. I liked all time periods, cultures, belief systems and can’t even say I had a favorite. I think what happened without me knowing is that I held onto a piece of knowledge from the uniqueness of each society I studied. Learning the lifestyles of historical people gave me a foundation of thinking about each of us in the present and how we live now versus how we used to just strive for survival. I appreciated the simplicity of life way back when they had nothing, literally. I feel grounded when I dig down inside myself and really comprehend how we’ve evolved and improved our everyday living conditions over thousands of years. I think it’s this deep appreciation for all humanity past and present that feeds my desire to help people in the best way I know how, through design and construction.