For those you who know me, and now for those of you who don’t but soon will, I live on Salt Spring Island. The largest of the southern gulf island off the coast of British Columbia Canada. For what it’s worth, I have lived here for a year and half now, and it took every ounce of energy I had to get here. Was it worth it? Every painstaking moment of it!
The island is, to say the least, an eclectic mix of misfits and artistic folks with a few rich wannabe’s thrown in for good measure. The bohemian atmosphere is readily apparent if were to walk around Ganges, the center of the island for some, the center of the universe for others. Between gypsy attire and guitar cases, abundant smiles and more art per square mile than anywhere else on the planet, you can’t help but know you’re some place unique.
Salt Spring Island is the place my heart called home, and so here I am. The community here is one of support and not judgement. There is no limits placed on anyone here, just those of your own imagination. As an artist there is simply no better place to be… for me, this is the island where art was born.