I am a somewhat reclusive woman who often complains of suffering from loneliness. when the truth of the matter is, there are very few people whom I enjoy spending time with. I live a quiet, mostly happy life in a house on the wild, wily wet coast of British Columbia. I live there with my husband our two boys, two fuzzy cats, and plenty of down quilts..

I collect silk scarves, vintage books, candelabras, and music, I loathe stress, drama and most forms of confrontation. I think they are unnecessary evils. My avoidance of these things can often create an impression of fragility that is misleading. I am a strong woman.

How I stumbled upon making art and taking photographs

When I lost my father my life took a detour. Art is a wonderful balm for grief and I found that behind and through the lens I could record the things I wanted to share with him but was no longer able to. Since that time I have been emeshed in a life filled with art and creating. For the time being this suits me just fine as it gives me all the time in the world to contemplate the oddities of life, raise my children, worship my husband, write, take photographs and make pictures. While it is a charmed life, it is not given the above, and all the responsibility those entail, one of inertia.