My first memories of me as an artist, colouring in the lines while lying on the kitchen floor, while my mother cooked dinner. Taking a journal to school to doodle during classes. Reaching into my backpack while sitting in a café in a far-flung exotic country to make a note of the corner of a building, a composition or an interesting tree branch. Drawing for me is my touchstone, all my work starts with a sketch of pencil on paper, the graphite leaving its faint trace, creating the lines that lead to an image.
Working in China and Thailand has given me an abundant knowledge of techniques and styles, and the sharing of artistic experiences has shown me that all cultures and peoples have more that links us together, than that which divides.