Why I became an architect

Buildings and architecture have always fascinated me from a young age. Growing up in a very academic household, the youngest of 4 children of college professors, I was fortunate to travel extensively. My father had the opportunity to teach in Australia at the University of New South Wales for six months and I remember seeing the Sydney Opera House.

The Sydney Opera House was one of the first times I truly experienced the impact architecture can have on a personal and cultural scale. Being only around 8 years old at the time I had no idea what architecture was or what the word “architect” meant. I just remember taking a harbor cruise out to an island and seeing a series of sculptural concrete sails emerging out of the landscape. The sails seemed to embody a force of their own simultaneously drawing you into the building and framing walls of glass out to the ocean. I knew then I was hooked on architecture.

Architecture to me is the perfect combination of art and experience. As an architect I get to become intimately involved in peoples lives and get a glimpse into their daily experience and to what they aspire to be. I truly love helping client’s fulfill their dreams for their homes and elevating a room or space into more than just a living room or bedroom, but instead into a familial gathering space or revitalizing sanctuary.