Founder

The Story

Biography
Ruby is my nickname in my village.

Ruby was born in a small coastal village in Guyana, where days and evenings were measured not by clocks but by the soft rumble of the village cinema coming to life. Long before she understood the mechanics of light or the threads of narrative, she knew magic. It lived in a narrow projection room above the audience—warm, humming, and filled with the scent of celluloid—and it belonged to her uncle, the village projectionist.

As a child, Ruby spent countless hours perched on a tall wooden stool beside him, her small hands gripping its edges as she peered through the tiny square window cut into the wall. From that vantage point, she watched the white screen bloom with worlds far beyond Guyana: cities she had never heard of, heroes who spoke in accents she didn’t know, and stories that rose and fell like the tides behind her home. The beam of light from the projector passed just inches above her head, and she came to believe that stories, like light, could travel forever if someone gave them direction.

Those nights etched themselves into her memory. While other children dreamed of the future, Ruby dreamed of stories—of telling them, shaping them, sending them out into the world the way her uncle sent shimmering frames across the darkened cinema hall.

But life, as it often does, gently redirected her path. Ruby discovered a talent for drawing buildings, for imagining spaces, for seeing possibility in form and structure. Design and Architecture offered a practical future and an artistic outlet, and she embraced it wholeheartedly. She built a life measured in grids, proportions, blueprints and elevations, not film reels. Yet, even in those years, she carried the projection room with her. Every floor plan was a narrative in disguise; every building a vessel for human stories.

Still, some part of her—the barefoot girl perched on a wooden stool—waited.

Now, in her later years, Ruby has returned to that girl. She finds herself once again listening for the soft whirl of the projector, the hush before a story begins. She has stepped back into the world of storytelling, not as an observer peering through a small window, but as a creator ready to share her own voice.

Ruby’s journey has come full circle: from the flickering shadows of a Guyanese cinema to the designs she crafted on paper and construction across decades, and now back to the heart of her earliest wonder. She carries with her a lifetime of experience, a deep love of narrative, and the enduring memory of a beam of light that once passed over her head and into her imagination.

Ruby is writing again—shaping stories, honoring her origins, and finally giving life to the dreams of the little girl who watched the world through a tiny window in a projection room.