I came to art later in life. For me it was the antidote for my mixed up, somewhat lost brain. Some tranquillity in the storm that was my life. I drew to distract myself. I drew to forget. I drew to feel good about myself again.

You see, I once had a successful career as a Creative Director. I was at the top of my game. I was really bloody good at my job. And then I made the decision to start a family. Leaving work seemed like the right thing to do. The juggle was too hard. Child care too expensive. The hours; unforgiving. And there it began, the slow drip drip drip of losing my self-worth.

At first you enjoy the time. You get to be there for all the firsts. You cherish the fact that you can watch them grow.