It wasn’t polished. It wasn’t rehearsed. No PowerPoint, because he’d been working nonstop the days before and simply didn’t have time for it.
And that, right there, is the story.
When Ayrton Tromp took the mic at CreActivo, the room shifted. No script, no filter, just a young creative speaking his truth.
He talked about working in a supermarket to buy his first camera. About pushing forward when people told him to “get a real job.” About surviving in a system that celebrates art but forgets the artist.
For a moment, everyone just sat with it. You could feel the silence, the kind that tells you something real just happened.
He wasn’t there to shine; he was there to be real. And that’s exactly what this island needed to hear.