My mother has always been a master of balance—between art and design. Between beauty and brains. Between family and work. Between spirituality and identity. Between wife and mother. A complete wizard at blending the best of everything into a force of total inspiration and insight; a woman, who, in all of her manifestations as a consummate matriarch and gifted professional, is endlessly charged with the force of creation. I watched my mother, an immigrant in her twenties, start an interior business out of my childhood bedroom, and learned directly from her (and equally from my father, who has always been her co-pilot) that dreams are directly within our reach. She taught us that nothing is impossible, that ideas are building blocks and that creativity and laughter are two of life’s most amazing tools. She encouraged us to follow every single one of our imaginative impulses—be it painting, drawing, dancing, music, acting, sculpture or anything else that might strike our fancy. She gently pushed us to push our own edges, and showed us, by example, that our talents are to be used as personal fuel.