
My journey began in a small town in Quebec, Canada.
I grew up in an idyllic place with good parents, went to university, had a good job, "helping people."
I had a beautiful little apartment overlooking a river. It looked like I had it figured out.
I didn't.
My partner was a violent, angry, addicted man.
One fine day, I woke up in hospital having been strangled and kicked in the ribs.
My question, "How did I get here? What am I going to do?"
It was time for me to take a quantum leap into the rest of my life.
I moved to Florida with a suitcase, four boxes and a bicycle. My life was transformed.
I grew up in an idyllic place with good parents, went to university, had a good job, "helping people."
I had a beautiful little apartment overlooking a river. It looked like I had it figured out.
I didn't.
My partner was a violent, angry, addicted man.
One fine day, I woke up in hospital having been strangled and kicked in the ribs.
My question, "How did I get here? What am I going to do?"
It was time for me to take a quantum leap into the rest of my life.
I moved to Florida with a suitcase, four boxes and a bicycle. My life was transformed.
It was that moment. The moment for profound, absolute and irrevocable change..
It was not just a new beginning. It became my new life. I have been with the love of my life for 39 years. I have had a satisfying professional career.
At the age of 70, I picked up a paintbrush for the very first time, embarking on an unexpected artistic odyssey. Lacking formal education, Ih navigated this new chapter with a sense of wonder and self-discovery. Every flick of my brush and every shade of color was a delightful surprise, an exploration into the latent potential I had unwittingly harbored all my life.
What truly draws me to any particular scene are the shapes of color and shade that send a particular message. It’s an evocative interplay that speaks to me on a visceral level, compelling me to capture it on canvas.
It was not just a new beginning. It became my new life. I have been with the love of my life for 39 years. I have had a satisfying professional career.
At the age of 70, I picked up a paintbrush for the very first time, embarking on an unexpected artistic odyssey. Lacking formal education, Ih navigated this new chapter with a sense of wonder and self-discovery. Every flick of my brush and every shade of color was a delightful surprise, an exploration into the latent potential I had unwittingly harbored all my life.
What truly draws me to any particular scene are the shapes of color and shade that send a particular message. It’s an evocative interplay that speaks to me on a visceral level, compelling me to capture it on canvas.