Is Bee a Bee comes to you via US NORDY TOONS! Because without us and our paper knives ready she would never write it! Death by paper cut is very painful!                                          Causing a Leonids shower in your bedroom at two years old is enough to make any little kid realise they are alive and have a butt-kicking imagination!  Well, that’s what happened when from between my white prison bars I pointed towards the door and told my family about the man standing behind it. Many bonsai moons arose in that room, then like meteors they hurtled towards the exit and tangled into a mountain of wriggling fright! Lucky for them he wasn’t under my cot at the time or he would have grabbed them around the ankles!                             All lights switched to go and the art began! Nobody mentioned pencils! Nup, I used something much more organic and within a diaper’s reach. Not the favourite parent thing apparently, much like picking trace minerals from your nose and having a munch, I suspect. Drawing with Marmite came a little later.                  Being brought up in the Japanese countryside was just like having your very first ever fizzy drink, forever. Everyday turtles would come by my house just to say “Konnichiwa, Beechan!” And being 'yoo-hooed' by a gigantisaurus tapeworm crawling out the equally giant preying mantis made me fall over because my shoes stopped.                                                          Catching the train for school was forgotten when I saw Mum’s tea leaves leapfrogging across the road. The orange juice would leap out my flask so tiny frogs could hop in. Hopefully, come playtime, I remembered the switch! Like an exploding pimple it all just naturally burst out onto any paper I could find and Japan had a lot of paper walls. Interpol are still looking for me!                     Back in New Zealand my high school art teacher shoved me on a stick of dynamite and as he lit the fuse gave me strict instructions to land at art school. I blasted through the air with incredible flair until I was knocked out by orbiting stainless steel boots! Bugger me! as I hit dirt a band of calculating figures stretchered me away!        The accounting business I eventually worked for recognised me as partner material and a little further down the track I managed a financial institution and art school happened when and where it could: graduating with honours.     While the gang were counting their lucky stars that they had found me I simply drew a hole and crawled out straight into the world of sign writing. Having major experience in IT made it an easy transition and the dynamic learning kept me enthralled for two years until the need arose to also explode into the world of freelance illustrating! Woohoo!                                                                                        I live in Marlborough, at the top of the South Island of New Zealand with my hunk-of-a partner John, and a studio full of nordy toons. These characters lay all over my drawing tasks, move lines, bounce erasers off walls, play ‘toss the scalpel’ and sing with evilness, “Come out, come out, where ebber you are,” to those emerging from the graphite mist. The only thing that moves these creatures is when I threaten that ‘at high noon there will be a redraw…  … ON SECOND-HAND LOO PAPER!’                    It mostly works!