I was recently trying to make sense of all the memorabilia stored away and came across an old black covered scrapbook cantaining drawings my Father sent to my brother and me when he was serving as a despatch rider for the British Army in Europe in WW11. They were carefully glued into a scrap book for us by our diligent Mother, so we could look at them often – it formed a bond with him that proved beneficial when he returned home in 1945. These are just a few of many. I guess these may have been the catalyst for my interest in art!
My first sketch done when I was 11 years old on a camping trip to the Peak District in England. No cell phones in those days!