You know how in school we always identified each other as being different in some way? Like the smart kid, or the karate kid, or the cute girl?

I turned out to be the artist kid.
Hey, it sure beat being the wimpy kid.

Mom and Dad always like to tell the story of how, as a toddler, I'd enjoy drawing... off the paper and onto the walls. Growing up, they took me to art sessions for kids because they knew I enjoyed drawing, doodling, cartooning, and expressing my creative mind. So much so that I went to the same art centre for eight years straight.

Grown up now, I still express my creative side... although I've got more mediums to play with - computers being the greatest one.

The only danger: give me too much spare time, and who knows what I will come up with next.