There, I’m not just another visitor; I’m in it—pencil sketching quick lines of Cinderella’s Castle, camera snagging the curve of a Hogwarts turret, my sneakers scuffing the pavement as I chase the perfect angle of light landing on the towers.

Back in the studio, the creative symphony continues. On my tablet, I swipe and shade, colors blooming under my stylus as I tease out a glowing sunset over Spaceship Earth—undoing, redoing, until it hums.

Then there’s the canvas days: acrylics squishing under my brush, oils smearing across my knuckles, the sharp tang of paint thinner hanging in the air as I layer a thick, wet stroke to catch the glint of a roller coaster’s rails. It’s messy, quiet, and dear to my heart—those Orlando moments transforming into something I can hold, something that’s me.”