...there was a little girl who loved to draw.
Yes, that’s me in the photo. I’m the one on the left with the red pencil, and the one on the right is my little sister. (My brother wasn’t born yet when that photo was taken.) We grew up in Toronto, in a house full of books, including great volumes of art that I loved to explore.
Drawing for me was the best kind of entertainment: I loved the endless possibilities of a fresh blank page, and my parents made sure we were never short of paper!
My father used to read to us every evening, and naturally you would usually find me, pencils in hand, bent over a drawing as I listened. And sometimes my sister and I would tell each other stories as we coloured—craving that combination of pictures and plot.
I had many other interests—including a more-than-slight addiction to puzzles—but somehow it seemed inevitable that my first order of business upon graduating from university (Fine Art and English), would be to set out to find work as an illustrator.