A Blank Canvas Beckons Always...
In times of anxiety, art provides relief, a distraction, a break away from day-to-day troubles.
Nine out of ten for self-portrait homework task back in 1980 was the catalyst to my lifelong love of drawing and painting. My attempt was highly praised and gave me huge confidence to try again. When people recognised who I'd drawn, it was enough incentive to keep on going. Artwork has been of comfort through some difficult, lonely, distressing times particularly when I lived alone aged 19 working two jobs to pay bills when my friends were out partying and again through diagnosis and treatment of the big 'C' back in 2007. It's my warm blanket in life, my sunshine on a rainy day, my escape. Art is my all time friend who never lets me down.
In the midst of a traumatic divorce in 2007, I moved to Cornwall to 'pull myself together'. Then, out of the blue, I was diagnosed with the big 'C'.
My three young children were already suffering and at that point I decided that I had to do whatever it took to survive. Cancer was not going to win.
My children are THE most important thing in my life and dying was not an option! My diagnosis was not good.
My savour again was art. I picked a battered old art book at a second hand stall and set about learning the fundamentals of oil painting. I spent hours absorbed in my artwork to distract me from the shock and pain of treatment. I survived and now, I thrive!
My Doctors told me, radiation had made irreparable damage to my pelvis. I'm stubborn. I wouldn't accept I would have to walk with a stick.
Living near a beach, I forced myself daily to walk as far as I could. I watched families enjoying themselves. Did they understand the need to cherish every moment, how fragile life is?
Because of situations I've been through, acquaintances turn to me for advice. Now I want to share with you the solace art can give whether you want to have a go yourself or through my motivational work reminiscent of happy times to keep you focussed on your own best future self.