In the Lab

Ever since I can remember my mom gifted us with as many tools that she could so that we would have the means to create. When we were little we weren't allowed to have colouring books because she said that it would stifle our imagination, and that we should draw our own pictures to colour.  These were fundamental pillars for my creativity and making my own art.  I remember creating my own dolls and cities full of unique characters I had created out of recycled materials, painting and writing messages and poetry under our families furniture, and house walls... Imagination and art was always part of our daily lives.  I dreamt of being a marine biologist or become like Jane Goodall or Dian Fossey from Gorillas in the Mist. I would go to the library and get big fat books full of pictures of animals and nature to recreate them in my sketch books.  And all of this it continued and grew, and my paintings started becoming more detailed and intricate as I put more attention to detail.  When I was about 16 years old after my first trip to Montreal that I decided it was painting and art that I wanted to dedicate the rest of my life to.  And so I did.