I’m one of those rare, endangered creatures – a fine artist. You don’t see ’em around much anymore. Bricks and mortar, words on paper, paint and canvas, ‘legacy’ professions seem to be struggling. But they’re far from dying. They’re alive because they’re worth preserving and renewing. Besides, somebody has to do it and it might as well be me…
I’m self-taught. I learned to paint and draw by reading and experimenting – and of course from practice, practice, practice. I also started early, which helps. A kind soul gave me a set of oil paints when I was eleven and I never really put the stuff away. I got a bit sidetracked when I started university, studying music and English, when I might’ve been better off at an art college getting the basics of my future profession. I don’t regret it. I still play the piano every day (Chopin, Beethoven, Bach and Brahms) and I still read at least a book a week (mostly non-fiction).
At various stages, I’ve been a graphic designer, advertising agency creative director and freelance magazine writer. I also worked in the newspaper business and for many years was a nationally syndicated editorial cartoonist and arts writer.
I’ve just finished a stint as co-chair of the art committee of the Arts and Letters Club of Toronto – birthplace of the Group of Seven. It’s a lovely, welcoming place that’s a haven for writers, actors, musicians and visual artists.
You can read some of my writing on the YADA YADA page or click on one of the green links at the top right.
I can be reached at 647-521-9358.