My grandfather was a woodworker. Some of my earliest and fondest memories took place in his workshop where he'd let me choose a piece of scrap wood and set me up with a water glass, paintbrush, and some paints to let my imagination run wild. Those memories were my safe-haven when my family left the small town of Stanhope, Newfoundland to start our new life in Ontario. Through all of life's changes and struggles, art has been the one constant. I can't imagine my life without it.