Art has always been a huge part of my life from before I can remember. After graduating from highschool I hightailed it to the big city of Toronto (I grew up 5 km down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere) to pursue art at Ontario College of Art and Design. Unfortunately, for a myriad of reasons, art school did not work out for me and I moved back home with my parents. While there, I was, understandably, incredibly bored. My father, a retired police man with a dream to spend his days creating wood carvings, noticed my boredom and suggested I try wood-burning. And just like that, an addiction was created. I spent those months at home wood-burning, and then when I moved to Ottawa to be with my boyfriend (now husband) and go to school, I wood-burned. Now, over a decade later I’m still wood-burning and loving every moment of it.
After my wedding, my husband and I moved to Kingston; a smaller city that was much more to my liking. There I set out to sell my work. I joined an artist co’op and sold my work at local art shows, and the weekly market in Springer Square. I loved it! Talking to the patrons and fellow artists; the satisfaction of seeing a person fall in love with something I had created; all of it just had me hooked.
After that wonderful summer of art shows and market days my husband and I discovered I was pregnant. The excitement! The joy! The stress!! While thinking about raising our little bundle of squirming joy, we realized our small, run-down apartment in downtown Kingston was just not up to the task of housing something so fragile and new. My father had recently passed away which left my mother alone in our big family home out in the country. It seemed perfect. What better place to raise our child then in the house where I grew up in my beloved backwoods country? It was then I discovered where I truly belonged, not in the city, but in the country. We liked it so much in the woods we decided to have our second child there and lived in that home with my mom for four years.
And then we found our own home. Nestled away in Verona (about half an hour from Kingston), it’s close to the village, surrounded by marshland, lakes, and rock, and is blessedly quiet. Here we have lived for going on three years. Now my youngest is starting school, and I’m finding, for the first time in six years, that I will actually have some free time! And so, I am now picking up where I left off all those years ago, to continue my dream of wood-burning and creating.