
This was my first winter in America, it was 1982 and I was eleven years old. Even though I don't look too happy in the photo I was actually having a good time despite falling a couple of times and being a target for snowballs. This was the era of leg warmers which came in handy for the amount of snow we got, now to do something about that gap between gloves and cuff!
He's a simple little guy but full of special meaning. I usually love to draw horses but during the mid 1990's I lost confidence when I would sketch, feeling tense I would give up. One day I drew this snowman with no tension or worry, which began many years of drawing snowmen. And even though my confidence is still lacking I can always rely on having some fun with these guys!