I never intended to make art a career it just keeps happening. Maybe it's living in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and being surrounded the spectacular landscape. Maybe it’s that my mom was always in the kitchen painting wicker baskets of bright fruit with Chianti wine bottles, or may it was all the doodles and drawings that adorned each and every page of my math book. Somehow, art has now become my career. Since childhood, drawing and painting have played an important role in my life. A big part of me never left kindergarten. I still live for the “Hey Mom, look what I made!” and I think exhibiting in galleries is really just an extension of that.” Describing my art is like trying to hit a moving target. Just when I think it’s going one direction, the ever elusive leopard slips away and changes its spots. Slathering thick viscid paint on a freshly unwrapped canvas is sensual and venereal. For me it has always been more about the process than the end product. It’s like being at a live concert. The energy that comes from the activity is a powerful thing. I also get bored very easy so I tend to flit from subject to subject. As J R Tolkien said, “not all that wander are lost”. No matter what the subject however, I always tackle it the same way - transcribing the most amount of information with the least amount of brushstrokes. Canada couldn’t be a better place to live. As an artist, the close proximity of the prairies, foothills and mountains of Alberta makes my home province a never-ending dream. I’ve been lucky, and have painted in many countries, but to me there is still nothing more beautiful than a cold beer and a hot Calgary summer sunset. Art is not a living; it’s living that's the art.