It's hard for me to pinpoint the exact time when I started drawing. My maternal grandfather had a lot to do with it. He was the 'closet' artist in our family. When I was little he loved to entertain me with his favourite trick: He'd take a piece of paper and scribble a random mass of lines with a pencil or pen. He'd then add two or three lines and a beautiful horse stared at me from the paper. To me it was magic.

I soon begun collecting horse pictures and I guess, at some point, started drawing them. My attempts were sporadic and each time I started a new drawing, I was sure the last time I was just lucky. I could not possibly draw another nice picture again. It took me 30 somewhat years to realize that, hey, maybe I really can draw!

Only now I'm beginning to feel comfortable enough with my skill to attempt drawing just about anything and noticed my focus changing. While in the past I was happy with producing a good likeness now I want my pictures to tell an interesting or an amusing story.

In my work, I try to uncover and show the beauty we don't notice in our daily lives. We all rush around and only glance at things. I want people to stop, look closer, and see the things I see: the simple beauty of life and creation.