Art is important to me, art is my life.
My mother fostered in me three things. A love and appreciation for looking, a love and joy in human company, and a deep desire for spirituality. Of all these three things the most hidden and the most obvious was the joy of expression.
I have trained in the universities, the art colleges and the demi-monde of Montreal’s nightlife. But the real training is in the day-to-day living, of looking, feeling, seeing and acknowledging the real world around me.
Professionally trained as an educator, I now am searching out the difference between a pedagogue and a ‘master teacher’. In the form of formal research, my thesis seems to be, a pedagogue has an educational program, and initiates it. Those who can’t do, teach. The “master teacher’ changes people’s lives through their own love and dedication for the subject and a humble generosity of spirit. My mother taught me that there is magic in the world. My best teachers taught me to acknowledge and support those who follow behind, because they are the ones that will really be your salvation. Everything I have studied and practiced has been an exercise in self-awareness and wonder. The loneliness of the long distance artist cannot be measured in years or exhibitions, but in the quiet struggle to review the reality which is forever changing.

“The only thing that matters in art is the part that cannot be explained.”
~Gerge Braque