My dad was an artist, semi-pro I suppose you’d call him. He started out as an illustrator but as kids came along and the money was better, he became a driver – buses, big trucks that kind of thing, but he continued with his art and was painting commissions for years. Last year when he became ill I started drawing and watercolour painting as something to calm me and connect with him. It’s not been a great 12 months all told and I’ve continued doing my bits and bobs to keep the anxiety away. I paint because I enjoy it. There’s more but this is enough for now and I’ll probably add to it as I go along.
Cheers Dad x
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