About Me
 I think I can blame most of this on Ninja Turtles (they’re as good a target as any). I remember that sunny afternoon in the summer of 1992 when my brother and I made our way to the local convience store with our daily earnings (we recieved a penny for every dandielion we plucked from our lawn) to buy some candy–as children are wont to do. Except for that day. That day day I would forgo the sweet nourishment of geletine based goodness for another prize that had on several occasions previous caought my eye. That prize was a comic featuring characters from a show I was then quite fond of, but this comic had more than that. It contained stories other than the ones I knew, stories set in new places with new faces, including a certain female fox character that drew me in. She was exotic, dangerous, witty and down right cool, thought the nine year old child…well, that’s what the nine year old child would have thought if she knew the words “exotic” or “witty”, but that’s the basic idea. This character was also worthy of some pathetic yet optamistic attempts to be rendered with a 2h pencile and crayola markers.
Now, it might have sayed like that for a long, long time, and certainly the efforts of Chris Allen have left a lasting mark on my artistic style, but my mother worried for her little girl. She worried about the effects of highly institutionalized sequential art on her daughter’s highly impressionable mind. In her effort to make a good little scholar out of me she did what most parents do–she dragged me down to the local library and handed me a copy of The Black Stallion by Walter Farley. In later years she might admit this as a mistake but at the time it was a successful tactic. Now I was drawing foxes and horses and devouring books about both as if they were food for my very soul. As time wore on my focus shifted to the noble equine and to the written word. After a few years I began to ride, and I struggled to find the words to describe the sensation. In hindsight I can recognize this as the point in my life from which I could never turn back. From then on I would always be devided between passions, and I would, and will never be satisfied to focus on just one. I’ve a taste for the visual, the written and the physical arts that cannot be sated. Of couse one passion easily bled into the other–riding led to an interest in movement, which lead to an interest in the movment of figures, which led to an interest in drama and affected the focus of my art. The interest in drama also gave me more material to read and new ways to write. While my first job lay with the ponies, itd would by liurature that would be the focus of my studies. After four years in Mount Allison University’s english programme I came to two conclusions: the first was that Jauques Dirrida is a genious, the second was that while I no longer wanted a career as a freelance writer, I certain wanted something in publishing. For three years I worked at Mount Allison’s student run newspaper, the Argosy and learned just as much there as I did in class. I worked as the Arts & Liturature Editor, layout editor and Production Manager, attended two consequative Canadian University Press conferences. While I’ve since gone back to horses it remains a fact that I can just focus on one thing. I’ve begun working as a sometimes designer for my barn and every bit of free time I have is devoted to writtin, drawing and designing whatever comes to me. |
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