From a very young age it was obvious that my taste in art tended towards the classics; Mad Magazine and Archie Comics.
When I was in grade school I was forever in trouble for defacing the flyleaves of my textbooks with outlandish cartoons and unflattering portraits of teachers. Despite my checkered academic career I lived for art class and I would sketch out several ideas of my own ahead of time that I would somehow convince the teacher were relevant to the day’s lesson. Before the end of most art periods I would be surrounded by inquisitive classmates aligning to view my latest, preposterous creations. I have to admit that I reveled in their attention as I was a useless klutz outside the classroom on the playing field. As time passed it dawned on me that my frivolous, youthful avocation might develop into a legitimate career. Ultimately I learned to channel my creative impulses towards less mischievous and more profitable results.
Having few other career prospects I attended the local art academy where I learned that drawing straight lines was frowned upon by serious artists. With that in mind I spent the next four years impressing the instructors with my aptitude for colouring outside the lines. I experimented with everything and eventually came to accept that my quirky, cartoon-like images of two and four legged characters were suitable for the commercial illustration field. Apparently people were actually willing to pay me good money to do what came naturally.
The Ontario College of Art as it was referred to back then eventually ran out of things to teach me. Furnished with nothing more than a cheap t-square and my Grandfather’s antique, brass compass set I plunged into the perilous, cutthroat underworld of commercial art.
My wife and I live in a quaint, older neighbourhood in the east end of Toronto known as The Beaches where I have my studio. We are challenged daily by our three demanding children and taken for granted by our two ornery cats.