I have had the happy predicament of growing up a vagabond. Born and raised in more than a few corners of the world, the people I have met and the places I have seen have shaped the person I am today, and have also left an indelible imprint upon every colour, shape, line, and texture of my art. When I look back on my childhood, it seems there was never a moment I wasn’t drawing. Whether it was with crayons in a rainbow of colours on the white walls to my mother’s horror, or idle scribbles in graph paper margins during Math at high school, the desire to transmute thought and emotion from my mind to an external surface has always been there within me. I love the peace that comes from drawing, and enjoy capturing a moment in time and the essence of a feeling. Over the years, my art has been a medium through which I am able to reflect the uniqueness of our world—its landscapes, cultures, people and stories. For me, my artwork is an expression of who I am, my situation and purpose in life that has evolved and changed over time.