I began working as an artist at the age of two. Unable to resist the siren's call of a large canvas. The newly papered dining room was just screaming for a rainbow band of color about three feet up the wall. So I opened my box of crayons, pressed their tips firmly against the unblemished wallpaper and ran around the room as fast as I could, as many times as I could. I sensed that my work may not be appreciated. It wasn't. But it looked great!
It took some time before my parents recognized my talent but I kept working with every medium available. Eventually they took me to study under two local artists recognized as some of Victoria BC's finest painters. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. My work won First Prizes in the Pacific National Exhibition Oil Painting Adult Level several times. My teachers neglected to mention that I was nine years old because they had confidence in my work. When I graduated high school I was offered a scholarship to the Vancouver School of Fine Art, but my parents were afraid I would become a bohemian and wouldn't to let me attend. So I left home and turned into a bohemian.