One Saturday back in January of this year I was in town on my own. Somehow I ended up in the art section whilst wandering around WH Smith's. I can't explain why, after all these years, I should now find myself gathering up supplies but I did.
Watercolour paper, watercolour pencils and pens, drawing pencils etc. It was as if something had spoken to me, awakened a dormant past that had to be expressed. I was hooked.
I began to create little scenes, landscapes and seascapes from my imagination and then ventured into using my vast amount of photographs as reference material; then I made my first sale!
The thought that someone would want to buy my little sketches hadn't occurred to me, I was doing it for my own benefit, to see if I could and also I found it to be therapeutic. I'm not saying I'm some kind of amazing artist, but I do secretly hope that maybe one day I can be good enough to perhaps have an exhibition or at least be a little successful with it!