The story starts in a small village in Armenia where my great grandparents grew up. It was a village known for it's art, be it music, poetry or paintings. That need for art, and the desire to create beautiful things and gorgeous music trickled down through my family. My Aunt Andrea and, my Uncle Jimmy formedtheir own bands. My Uncle Richy paints beautiful abstract paintings of people playing on a playground of hands, or his trips to Gananoque, Ontario. My mother is an artist as well and creates magnificent pen and ink trees with such a delicate hand.

Then you get to me. I draw butts. I draw a heck of a lot of butts, and pimples, and noses, and monsters and anything and everything that comes to my sick little mind. The slimier the better. I like dead things, and misshapen beings, and desperate, low-life creatures. Why? It's fun, it's silly, sometimes it's sad and everyone, I think, needs to feel those things.

So, that's my story. It's not rich, nor is it exciting. I'm just a lady who likes to draw really unlady-like things. And I hope that you like them.