As a happy littl ebyproduct of papa dying of cancer in Childhood #3, I bought myself an iPad and decided to document the rest of our time together. I intended to make him a book of us - Pip & Pap - for fathers' day...while also kind of knowing that a) he probably wouldn't make it that long; and b) this book was probably just as much for me as for him, so that i would have something to hold on to after he was gone.

Little did I know, that this would be the beginning of my journey as a visual artist and in using art as a promoter of therapy and self-development.

A few years later, I've experienced more than one occasion where a story needs to be told, something happens in my head, I get hyperfocused on the story, and before I know it, I'm binding pages together into a new book.

It seems that 'books' have become one of my love languages.