Kitchener was my home for the first half of my journey. An unexpected turn of events landed me in Hamilton which has been my home for the second half of my journey, so far. As a kid I spent countless hours with paper, paints, markers and glue building and creating things my parents felt obligated to stick on the fridge. Like many young artists of my youth, I was praised for my art but steered into a more "dependable" line of work and I became a graphic artist. Fast forward through a marriage, two kids and several cities and countless JOBS (jay-oh-bees) ; I am now fortunate to be able to spend most of my days creating art both on the computer  for clients across North America and with paints, pencils and pens for people who love landscapes and wildlife as much as I do.

I call this thing a journey, because its the journey that matters in the end.  I'm very happy that my journey has been much like a meandering river, an unmarked trail through a forest, a gravel road winding through towns and open fields. There's been so much to take in, and there is so much more yet to follow. My work -  my art -  reflects my experiences, my values and my perceptions of my world.