As a teenager I loved painting and did a lot of it. I was encouraged by others and earned money from it. Selling artwork supported my teenage fashion habit and this was naturally a great motivator. I even won art prizes and had my work displayed in Parliament House at the age of 16, facts that I didn’t fully appreciate until much later.
After this promising start I stopped painting completely in favour of study, travel, teaching, raising children and dealing unsatisfactorily with domestic chores. I find the lack of painting puzzling now, but I think the absence of a dedicated place and uninterrupted stretches of time to paint in became
