I emigrated to Canada from a small town in Australia in 1964. I ended up in Montreal, which was wonderful, except in winter which was dismal―and had the cheek to return each year with the precision of a boomerang.
I embarked on my art career at an early age, drawing with great enthusiasm―albeit somewhat less finesse―on anything and everything.
I returned to Australia in 1983 as a Gill of all trades. I've cooked on cattle stations (aka how to make 1001 dishes from beef, carrots, cabbage and onions), two-finger typed my way through a weird mix of temp office gigs, convinced white-knuckled adults that it is safe to let go and love the water, installed parking ticket machines, operat