I am not an artist. I paint for the love of painting. When I began I used cardboard because I could always throw it away. With my first canvas I stood frozen with fright that I might mess it up. It took me a while to become comfortable on a canvas. I would paint over many before my sister stopped me saying, progression should never be covered that each of my paintings told a story, a phase of me.
The feeling when I paint is indescribable. There is nothing but me and the paint. The paint tells me what to do. Just as when I write the fingers do the work not me. Strange, I know but sometimes it's fun being strange.
