“A faint memory of running through the rich, black, Holland Marsh soil of our family's vegetable farm during a summer rain, making mud pies and leaving them to bake on the wagon in the sun after the rain has trickled away...these are my first recollections. A four year study at Toronto's OCAD U accompanied gratuitously with scholarships opened my eyes to the endless possibilities of exploration. Life experience has married my schooling and has provided the basis for many of my artistic ideas. 

My work has grown into, or should I say, I have grown into my work ...strong yet rustic thoughts  about life, change, growth, spirituality, forgiveness and acceptance.  I have discovered that the clay & various mediums  have become a continuous source, essential to my internal expression. It allows me to breathe. 

Many years have passed since those tiny toes wiggled in the mud and I have since returned to that very same farm. This time however, I watch my traditional European parents with awe and my own three children run barefoot through the mud ...! ”