As a young child I spent countless hours drawing. I loved the challenge of getting an accurate likeness to my chosen subject and was fascinated with how, if you shifted a pencil line only a fraction of a millimetre, the likeness to the subject gradually evolved! The only reason I knew I could draw reasonably well was because, during primary school years, my drawings and paintings were regularly pinned up on the wall at the end of the weekly art lesson. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I saw the Advertiser Art Show along North Terrace in Adelaide’s CBD but I clearly remember being in awe of the paintings, and it was then that I decided above all else I wanted to be an artist.
When I started high school the mandatory IQ test dictated that I was capable of languages, mathematics and science. I remember feeling shattered when my father would not allow me to take
