About
never to late
“Art found me late in life, but it arrived like the tide—steady, inevitable, and full of quiet power. My journey began in the stillness of the Muskoka’s forests, where the call of wildlife and the shimmer of water taught me reverence for nature. Each canvas is a pause, an invitation to linger in that moment of arrival. Better late than never, my work is a testament to patience, renewal, and the timelessness of inspiration.”
I began drawing as soon as i was able to hold a crayon, i would trace pictures of various objects and animals.
this is my story
From an early age, I trained my memory by drawing the subjects around me. By the time I reached kindergarten, I was confidently sketching without tracing—flying solo. People often remarked that I had a “natural talent,” as they called it back then.
I sketched throughout grade school, and in high school I discovered acrylics. I fell in love immediately, working hard to create three-dimensional illusions on two-dimensional surfaces. With little formal instruction, I taught myself through persistence and experimentation.
Though I continued to sketch and paint occasionally, free time grew scarce. At 29, I married and started a family. As many know firsthand, raising children leaves little time for personal pursuits. My art was set aside for the next three decades.
At age 60, after a breast cancer diagnosis and treatment, I suddenly found myself with more time than I knew what to do with. I needed an outlet to process fear and emotion, so I returned to painting.
That was three years ago, and I’ve cherished every moment since. I take on challenging projects, learn something new each day, and continue to grow as an artist. It turns out you really can teach and old dog new tricks !
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