My earliest memory with art was kindergarten back in Houston, when our teacher taught us the very fine technique of crayon scratchboard. I drew a bunny rabbit: two circles stacked on top of each other, banana ears, cauliflower tail, triangle nose; it was a masterpiece.

But I was told only certain professions were worth pursuing, so I chose doctor, and took lots of art classes to "satisfy the soul." And after 4 years, I ended up with: 1) a double major in Chemistry and Fine Arts from the College of William and Mary, and 2) career angst. So the next two years were spent at the National Institutes of Health doing research with Influenza A virus, and oddly, during these years of inoculating rodents, DNA sequencing and melting things (by accident), I found out about medical illustration.

I got my Masters degree from the University of Toronto, Canada in 1997, and then worked on contract for a year. Seven more years back in the U.S. in full-time jobs finally led to self-employment in 2004.

What's next? Maybe I'll try and bring crayon scratchboard back.

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