regina wamba

I still pause when I think about it.
Still feel the quiet disbelief of seeing something I made
out there… breathing without me.

Every venture I touch carries my whole heart.
From behind the lens.
Inside a fine art concept.
Woven into something wearable, writable, keepable.
Sometimes it becomes an object.
Sometimes an experience.
Sometimes an invitation to go somewhere far
and remember who you are while you’re there.

I am an artist who creates.
A mother who builds.
A rebellious artist assembling something alive.

Emotion leads everything I create.
Story gives it form.
What you feel is not incidental.
It’s the architecture.
And it’s designed to last.

I move through the world as a nerdy rebel.
Curious. Defiant. Uninterested in doing things the expected way.
A professional dreamer with my head in the clouds
and my hands deep in the work.

I create because I have to.
Because ideas don’t leave me alone.
Because imagination, once stirred, demands form.

Somehow, that work found its way into rooms I never planned on entering.

Awarded. Published. Carried across continents.
Living on bookshelves and magazine racks around the world.

Not a brand.
A body of work.
A presence.

What I’m building now is a space.
For visionaries.

For artists who feel too much and dream too big.
For people who know there is more inside them
and are bold & rebellious enough to reach for it.

And I want you to remember, always,
that what makes you different
is the very thing worth following.