Come along Paddington, it’s time to go home. Print

As a child I remember being in ore and wonderment at the paintings and drawings my father created. Unfortunately he had five girls to support and in traditional times, he grew businesses to support his wife and put his five girls through school. I wish he could of pursued his art, I would of loved to see what he could of produced, he had such a natural talent. I luckily have inherited a naturally creative talent and I am happiest when creating. More recently I tend to paint with no clear view of what to paint and I paint from memory and inspiration.