i was born in a big city in ontario when the air quality was still good and litter wasn’t seen on the ground. the childhood that followed my birth was average for a canadian girl growing up in a small town in the early seventies. bell bottoms, dorothy hamil hairstyle and a banana seat bicycle were some of the things that i had, along with a box of crayons with a built-in pencil sharpener. i carried my crayons everywhere and drew all the time on almost everything. years later after puberty took its’ hold on me and changed my outlook on life permanently, i found myself leaving the small town for the bright lights of the big smoke where i enrolled in the fine arts programme at a university. i stayed on as a student for sometime then found myself disillusioned with the lack of inspiration that came from the faculty. so i left to find a mentor, someone who would inspire me, teach me, guide my creativity to find its' own voice. that mentor was found in the many books i’ve acquired over the years. i’ve found my inspiration through my travels and spending time following the footsteps of some of my ‘heroes’ of the art world.