Cathy Wilcox has been drawing cartoons since she was old enough to scratch the furniture.
She honed her skills in the margins of school textbooks — always an eye out for squarish blank spaces.
She earned her letters at Art College.
This was followed by a fermentation period of a few years in the cultural petri-dish of Paris.
Eventually the Sydney Morning Herald took pity on her and gave her her own blank spaces to fill.
And here she is, churning out cartoons almost daily since 1989, pausing only to procreate, make cups of tea and collect cartooning awards.
She has cocked her skeptical eyebrow and poked her inky nib at pretty much any subject you care to name.