 when my parents would like cut down a tree, I would be sitting in the front yard, like weaving the palm fronds and making baskets out of it. And, you know, just like, just like so creative. And my mother would be like, you know, why, what are you doing? And I said, well, I want to be an artist. And she would be like, an artist, you want to paint, paint the bathroom. How are you going to make a living? And it was always, always,