I was ten when my father died. Nobody hands you a manual for growing up at ten, so I wrote my own.

Reselling came first. Sneakers, hype, margins. Learned fast, earned fast, got bored fast. Then came design. The big love. Suddenly I was sitting in front of Figma for entire nights, building websites for people I didn’t know, often for free, always at full volume. The money didn’t matter. I wanted to see what happens when you take creativity seriously. I called it digital art.

School didn’t fit anymore. Not because it was too hard, but because it explained nothing I couldn’t figure out faster on my own. Tenth grade, fifteen years old, dropout. No drama, a decision. I knew that if I am going to spend ten thousand hours on something, it should be the thing I want to look at first thing in the morning.

So I started writing to companies. Big ones, often with logos everyone recognises. My offer was absurd. I work for free, I just need permission to build the project properly. Astonishing how many say yes when you are young and bring no invoice address. Suddenly I had a client list that smelled like a LinkedIn header. PepsiCo, Teaching Finance, founders who sit in real offices and not in hoodies. I listened, said little, and learned everything I could.

Today I sit with my brother in the first real office. Instead of hiring juniors, I let AI work. Twice as fast, a fraction of the cost. It sounds slick, I know, especially from the mouth of a seventeen year old dropout. But it’s the truth, and you will see it the moment you look at the work.

Creativity is the only thing that genuinely interests me. AI is the multiplier. Velmoy is what comes out when you take both seriously.