I do not believe I made the choice to be an artist. Rather, I was brought to art instinctively, enamored of the idea of creating with my own hands. Growing up on Vancouver Island, an area heavily defined through the forest industry of Canada, I was surrounded by men who instilled in me the importance and virility of a strong work ethic. Their industriousness was necessary to sustain themselves and their families. Like the work these men diligently produced, my work too is made of massive raw material, tamed and disciplined by physical exertion and technical expertise. I think of my own work as a continuation of theirs. In the shaping of wood and welding of steel, I remember who I am.