I was born in a small south western NSW town called Jerilderie, where my father was a stockman in charge of a large Sheep station, Bungaw. The Youngest of 6 siblings. My art started very young as we traveled quite a lot, mainly around small NSW towns.

I was a very shy child, I didn't like going out to play. I would much rather stay at home and be content in creating my own world with my art.

I won a prize in a school art contest held at the Cowra art gallery when I was about 9...for a picture I painted of the Taj Mahal which my teacher encouraged me to paint. My art was always acknowledged by my teachers. My style of art was never any one style...but a diverse assortment from aboriginal art to painting country scenes, even painting plastic cups with different patterns. My Mother even today still encourages my art, saying I have a gift of colours and that I am able to put stories down with my art for a reason. To share our peoples lives and history with anyone who wants to know.

So my aboriginal art was always more of a spiritual tool rather than just an art. Anyone can paint a pretty picture but to paint a story that teaches ... There is no other feeling I know like this.

My love of aboriginal dream time stories started when I used to visit my mothers families from the Cowra Aboriginal mission, Erambie. The elders would sit around at night telling stories of long ago and of our people, the Wiradjuri tribe. My favorite stories were of the Bunyip. My mother always had a lot to tell us...yarn time, as she calls it.

I love painting the country area around Cowra. The Calare Valley is so beautiful with it's mountains and creeks, and even some natural waterfalls and dams etc So I always painted trees and plants and loved painting the animals. I feared we did not visit enough, as my father and mother moved a lot but I did get to see a lot of the NSW australian bushland. There is so much beauty in the bush, colours, and smells. I would never be able to leave it for long.

I need to be where I am now, in nature.