Having grown-up in a home originally decorated at the height of the psychedelic era, I've spent the remainder of my life in recovery. Initially, rehabilitation involved the exploration of the work of great masters while studying art history. After years of textbook therapy, I made my way to Europe to behold the classics in person. Hitchhiking from one museum to another, I discovered I was not a budding art historian, but rather a fledgling photographer.
Concurrently, I caught a nasty travel bug. On a quest for a cure, I obtained English teaching credentials enabling me to live in Indonesia, Chile and Taiwan. Throughout my time abroad, I refined my photographic technique until I began to suspect that I'd taught myself all I could. This led to graduate studies in Australia at RMIT University.
Today, I am an artist educator—and have come to embrace my colorful childhood.