In my early 20s my mother used to sell jams at the local Cannon Hill flea market. I would give her a hand every Sunday, and to make it more interesting for me, I would paint native flora and fauna on t-shirts. I used to get about $10 a shirt, which wasn’t too bad back in the 80s. The only problem was I had to paint so many t-shirts that eventually something I loved to do became a chore, and I started to dislike painting. I put away the brushes, and was not interested in painting again for more than 25 years.
It was then that I met talented artist, Benitta Harding. Benitta got me interested in art again. I wasn’t painting as yet, but enjoyed
