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On Becoming An Artist

Long before I ever thought about boys, I fell in love. It was summer, and I was 10 years old. That year marked the first time I ever saw a mountain. I was on a road trip with my mom, driving from the flatlands of Ontario to Mount Rainier in Washington. I couldn’t tell you which mountain I spotted first, but I still remember the feeling. My heart pounded and grew too big for my little body to contain. I felt as small as a bee and as big as a whale – I felt whole, and alive, and part of the earth.

It was around the same time I found my mom’s old sketchbook. It was small, maybe 7×5 inches, and wirebound, and about a third of the pages were filled with her wonderful sketches of gnarled trees and stone-walled cottages. I took it and started to fill it with my own drawings. I remember the first time I felt strongly connected to a drawing I made. It was of a deeply fissured cliff of granite with a small pine growing out of a crack. In my suburban home, making that drawing, I had managed to re-create the expansive feeling I had when I was out in the wilds of Algonquin Park.

The threads of nature and art have been loosely weaving themselves in and out of my life ever since. I’ve solo-hiked the John Muir Trail and over 1000 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail. I got a degree in environmental science. And I have been experimenting with drawing, painting, and other art forms ever since. I'm still very much exploring and evolving as an artist, and starting to realize that I will probably keep doing so for the rest of my life. My current focus is on relief-printmaking, which I love for its tactile and egalitarian nature.