I literally paint flowers on walls. So perhaps it was inevitable that one day I would become a wallflower myself. Not the romantic kind from novels. The grey sweatshirt kind. The "don't mind me" kind. The kind that quietly slips into the background without really noticing.

These little things have often helped me make sense of this one precious life. I’ve been trying to find my way over the last few years, trying to find a way of sharing my art practice that feels like me. That isn't always easy when, even at 56, you still feel like you’re working out who that is. But perhaps that is the point of everything anyway... discovering who you are and realising you may never fully arrive.

These little things have often helped me make sense of this one precious life. I’ve been trying to find my way over the last few years, trying to find a way of sharing my art practice that feels like me. That isn't always easy when, even at 56, you still feel like you’re working out who that is. But perhaps that is the point of everything anyway... discovering who you are and realising you may never fully arrive.