When I was about 2 years old, my family went to Japan to visit relatives. My mother took me for a swim in the ocean. Something happened to my cheek while we were in the water; probably a jellyfish sting. My skin broke open and oozed and bled and I screamed in pain for the rest of the trip. I don’t remember this at all. But I still have a scar on my face, barely visible now.

This ties in to all the marine life paintings: I’m scared of water despite living all my life in the middle of the Alberta prairies with barely a lake in sight.

Painting marine life lets me enjoy something I’m fascinated by, but terrified of. It lets me work through this weird fear at a safe distance.