It’s hard to say exactly when this journey really began because I can’t remember a time when I didn't love horses. The first horse picture I drew was in Kindergarten; I called him Buck. Today, it hangs framed in my office, serving as a nostalgic touchstone to my artistic beginnings.

I was lucky enough to grow up during the 70s & 80s, a time when kids were let loose to discover and have adventures. This contributed to a collection of amazing horse experiences that seem unimaginable in today's world. From learning how to stay on over 15 untrained horses as a kid just so I could ride, to searching for a lost boy in Manitoba’s vast crown lands alone on horseback during the November rains.

For decades, seemingly boundless courage helped me ride any horse, anywhere. Then, I realized I lost something along the way. Not my love, commitment, or passion for horses, but my confidence to ride freely.