This journey, embroidered with sweat, laughter, and the irreplaceable handiwork of family, transformed an idea into a studio with a heartbeat.

We embarked on this journey fuelled by gratitude.

The intricate heart of our studio's design, the cyclorama infinity wall, presented a delightful conundrum. With no guide but YouTube tutorials, our dads embraced the challenge with curiosity, turning our dream into reality.

What we envisaged as a month-long endeavour gently stretched into three, the days marked not by calendar dates but by recycled materials morphing into magic, and the rhythmic exchange between morning and afternoon shifts as our dads tag-teamed the workload.

The air buzzed with inspiring energy and the looming excitement of a deadline of that edged ever closer.

As opening day approached, a cocktail of nerves and excitement became our daily brew. Invitations were sent out calling upon our community to join in the celebration. Doubts lingered —would our studio echo with the sound of celebration or unmet expectations?

Opening day dawned, ushering in a flood of familiar & fresh faces. The studio—our labor of love—hummed with the collective supportive energy of friends, family, and fellow dreamers.

Guests took snapshots from our photo booth, while Tom a local artist gifted hand sketches. Warm conversations, and an undeniable sense of community filled our space, turning it into a breathing entity.

Thankful.