Ravens in the snow, Kosciuszko Painting

It is never too late to start again. Life sends you in one direction and you sometimes forget who you were at the start. It is not that I wasn't myself when I packed away the paintbrushes to concentrate on making a living as a journalist and at home as a mother, it is just that I was missing something. Over the years, the creativity seeped out in projects that I could fit around work and children - I made jewellery, cut up old paintings and turned them into beaded gift cards and I doodled a hell of a lot. I decorated rocks. I couldn't remember anything unless I had a pencil or pen in my hand. I can't think how many eyes I drew, hundreds of thousands of them, butting into my shorthand in spiral notebooks. Then finally, my employer cut me loose and I was given an opportunity to reimagine myself, finding that piece of painting to fit back into the jigsaw puzzle of my life. And here I am ... painting what I love, loving what I paint. Thank you for looking in.