BIO I came to be when Ukrainian and Mennonite bloodlines—both having set out from origins near the Black Sea, hundreds of years ago—finally crossed paths in mid-70's Winnipeg. Faced with the prospect of raising a family, my parents fled to a village of 500 east of the city, where they became wedding photographers. There, they subjected myself and my brother to traumatizing experiments they called "portraiture". It wasn't until the dawn of the new millennium, when mankind was facing its greatest threat of extinction from a virus called Y2K, that I instead caught the photo bug. It's a sickness that I can't shake and it has me wandering in a perpetual dream state around every next corner.