I'm a.... no, that's not right. I'm not "a" professional aviator, writer, photographer, and musician. These are things that I do. If that makes you uncertain as to my commitment to any one of those things, so be it. I've been all the things above and a bunch of other stuff your mother doesn't want to know about.
The chaos and beauty of a creative family, a happy childhood, artists and musicians, back rooms of art galleries and studios learning . Painters, sculptors, writers, photojournalists, form my earliest memories. The Royal Conservatory of Music, William E. Trotter, Barbara Wharram, discovering Rhythm and Blues, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, the Fender electric bass, and the reality that I was going to get THAT, but not in school. The Amazing Tools and David Wilcox, The Heartbeats, King Biscuit Boy, Maya Bannerman, Better Living, Gwen Swick, The Pukka Orchestra, Colin Linden, Johnny McLeod and the Young Pioneers, Jack deKeyser, Blackboard Jungle, Grace Under Pressure, and The Joint Chiefs. Rick Danko and Garth Hudson, Robbie Robertson. Dan Levy, Myles Dutton, Hap Roderman, Trish Cullen, John Whynot....
1991 saw my first solo flight in an aeroplane. I ran a flying school, flew corporate and charter, night freight, was a chief pilot, a check pilot, a line pilot. From the Beaufort Sea to the Gulf of Mexico. I met interesting people and saw interesting things.
The flying funds an art practice environmental-portrait/art photography practice and I am beholden to no one. I collaborate with Ian Adams, and Riley Adams, on writing projects. I divide my winters between Toronto and Whitehorse making photographs, writing, and last year I acted in the Guild Hall's productions of Neil Simon's Laughter on the 23rd Floor and Miller's Death of a Salesman. I spend the summers flying forest-firefighting missions, making pictures and writing during the downtime. I'm gonna start a band again and kick some ass.