I always loved art as a child, my grandad painted,he studied at the Louvre in Paris and his work on the walls of my grandma's house filled me with awe, they were emotive paintings of sad children and dogs and beautiful nudes with flowing robes.They had statues too,big ones,taller than me ,then, of cherubs with bows and arrows. One day I will have a statue like that to take me back to those times. I wasn't the most talented of his offspring, my cousin Tina was wonderfully talented and her younger sister Jean was better than me too, but " I " loved it and needed the escape more. I suppose because I had lost my father very young and needed a place away from reality. Through my life this place of retreat (art)was always very special and as I learnt and grew it became a way for me to speak of the unspoken , to be me and no one else. I will share this journey with you as there is still a long way to go and it's an "anything can happen" world.