Kenn White

The inescapable truth is, I'm driven to draw. At the age of five my oldest brother, Allan, showed me how to draw a stick cowboy and horse; I was hooked! In elementary school I coolly out drew my classmates. Ideas danced around in my head, and I used my art to set them free. I'd pull off decent marks on school projects because of my passionate drawings of searing hot lava, slimy gray brains, elevated continents, and polychromatic DNA helixes. Fellow students, my first clients, loved teaming up with me on group assignments. Then, it happened. My grade six teacher, Mr. Waterman, pulled me out of math class for the umteenth time for drawing. Instead of discouraging me, he said something that changed my life. He said, "Did you know there are people who make a living at drawing pictures? They're called commercial artists." It was KARMA!