When I was six I told my parents I wanted to be a painter. My Father, an actor and a talented painter himself, was thrilled. My mother who had hoped to hear the word ‘doctor’…not so much. The next day Dad gave me his box of oil paints, a book from the Museum of Modern Art and set up a little studio in the basement storage locker of our apartment building.
Three days later, I presented them with my first painting – a copy of Goya’s ‘Satan Devouring His Children’.
Needless to say it didn’t find a place on the wall over the couch. Undaunted, I moved on to Hieronymus Bosch.
Okay… now, you are probably wondering if I went on to become a painter and the answer is yes… sort of. I graduated from the Ontario College of Art (OCA back then) in Drawing and Painting and actually made a living at it for a few years.
I’ve worked as an illustrator, a creative director and owned a boutique ad agency.
Today I work as a Production Designer in Film and Television. I’ve walked the re