The reason I started drawing was probably a lot to do with the death of my son two years ago. I also live with depression and anxiety.

Just over a year ago, I was sitting in my in laws house where the whole family was gathering for a visit. My brain was at a loose end, so began a couple of little pastel pencil, pen and pencil drawings. I’d never tried it before, but I liked how they turned out. I did around 7 or 8 of them, then stopped. I gave her the very first picture I did to one of the people our team supports  and it’s up on her wall. After that, I stopped drawing and couldn’t get back into it.

Cut to a year later. For some reason (it helped I was being asked when I was going to draw more pictures) I started trying out oil pastels, small touches of acrylic paint and actual canvasses. I could feel myself thinking ” I’m gonna try this and see how it turns out”. Even now, when I start a picture, I don’t think it’s going to work but if you don’t try, you’ll never know.