I can never remember a time I did not draw or a time it was not encouraged. Even as I took to sketching on walls as a two year old, my mother’s markers were replaced with pencils and the walls replaced with paper. At the age of 12, my grandmother took me along to her oil painting classes at Burwood’s Woodstock centre, where, under the tutorage of Hilda Grinder, I learnt valuable lessons on perspective as well as light and shade that I would carry into my work two decades later.
At the age of 13, two
