Having a child can be overwhelming .The first night we brought Alex home, I couldn't sleep, Ken slept like a baby! The responsibility of raising a child was daunting. The fear that his  education was ahead of him... I only hoped it was not as difficult as mine.

By the time December rolled around I felt like the Mr. Creosote in the Monty Python movie The Meaning of Life - one more wafer, and I explode!! 

It's Toronto's long hot summer and I'm pregnant - what to wear in the months ahead? :^)

             

This is what a page looks like before I go in and establish tones with the watercolour washes. I used a Faber-Castell marker to draw a thin line over my pencils. Then voila!  I have the most fun at this messy stage.  

Not long after I graduated from the Ontario College of Art, 

I decided to take control of my broken formal education, and enrolled in a number of high school evening classes, including one in French. It was a  subject I never had in school, unlike most kids who went through the regular system. It seemed everyone in the class had some french... except me, and the teacher chose to humiliate me for my lack of understanding. That was the first and last French class I took - merde!