Always an artist

I have had a passion for art from early childhood. My first painting was the interior of a wall-bed cupboard when I was nine years old. The large white interior surfaces were too tempting. I climbed onto the bed with a mug of red house paint and a few tiny tubes of other colours and a brush. The big back panel has a huge sad clown with a ladder, a dog on a fat leash and a row of sunflowers above his head. The sides and doors have butterflies, birds, gardens, trees and dogs. But the “pièce de résistance” is Ned. Ned is