Since I was tiny, I knew that I would one day be an artist. What I drew was the same portrait over and over, which one of my mother’s boarders drew on my blackboard one day.
I copied it closely. The portraits had golf-club eyebrows and wagon-wheel irises and I was very proud of them. It’s often struck me since, how much it can mean to a child when someone bothers to spend just a few minutes making them happy. You just never know what you’ve set into motion!
Finally – high school, where there was a Real Art Teacher. Soon I was drawing my fellow boarders for the large sum of 10c each. Art was the highlight of my week, and the only thing I really, really missed when I dropped out of school.
My mother shelved her dreams for me of becoming a designer of any kind.
My first job at the local phone exchange
Achieving a Matric via distance learning
Honing my design/illustration skills also via distance learning
A few years with UNISA
A job in a bank and abandoning UNISA… (‘Giving up is often harder than carrying on and killing yourself’, confided my brother Woody)
Being asked to illustrate the bank's training manuals
My first exhibition of pencil drawings in the library with my ex art teacher
A move to Durban and working in a professional freelancer's backyard studio
Visiting Durban ad agencies and magazines with my cartoon samples
Subsequent full-time employment with various agencies
Getting a computer and starting my own freelance business
Moving to Cape Town where I continue to draw all day long.
Life got even more interesting after marrying my current husband six years ago.