With a degree in music and decades spent performing in various ensembles, I’ve come to visual arts relatively late in the game; as a child, however, I loved drawing, especially pictures of dinosaurs and Eaton’s delivery trucks, but had very little in the way of formal training (I briefly took one weekly drawing class with my father as a teen).
As an adult and client of the mental health system, I’ve been fortunate to recently receive some mentorship and support from local artist W.N. (Bill) Pope and the staff of the Kettle Friendship Society, as well as from David Gowman, another artist/performer.
For my son’s 8th birthday, I painted a picture of a Sad Robot, being carried away by a red balloon. He loved it, and soon afterwards I had friends and acquaintances asking for a Sad Robot painting of their own. Sad Robot always seems to end up in the tiniest, simplest tragedies: holding a balloon that refuses to float; being confronted by an overly-friendly octopus; or waiting forever for the number 20 bus (paint what you know, right?).
I like to paint and draw the ridiculous, the whimsical, whenever possible, and enjoy making people smile or laugh when they see my art, as it just feels more satisfying in the end. Art helps me focus my attention and manage my anxiety, as well as express my sense of humour with an audience. Many of my paintings and drawings have found homes both locally and across the world, from Toronto to New Mexico, and even Serbia.