My earliest memories are of drawing and painting; it is something that has been an important part of my life for as long as I can remember, my own personal escape hatch. Unfortunately, as with all our favourite places we love to flee to, real life gets in the way. The responsibilities and demands of growing up leech away our time until one day we found our hatches locked and shut with no key in sight. Mine was closed after I left school, when the social, financial and academic demands of University left no time for my creative endeavours. However, I've picked the cobwebs off a tarnished key and am finally shoehorning some "me time" into my schedule. I'm currently working (albeit slowly) on an oil canvas painting of an old rowboat which I'll post here and you can give me your thoughts. In the meantime though, here are some images of my older artwork - back when the hatch door didn't squeak on rusty hinges!
