I learned to paint and draw at school. I was blessed with several different teachers through secondary school who pushed me in different ways.

When I went to college to sit my A levels I discovered art taught in a way it was not taught at school, and my little talent was stretched and pulled in ways I hadn’t foreseen.

Father blessed my efforts, and everything fell into place in time for the exams.
I stopped painting then for about twenty years.

In October 2006 Father gave me a picture, and I had to paint it. (I had been inspired to buy some cheap canvas and paint, so I had everything I needed to do it.) It took about twenty minutes to do, and that evening I took it to church.

The response amazed me in its positive wonder. Since then Father has inspired me to paint often.

When I tried “just painting”, the result was terrible. This confirmed to me that my paintings are God given, using the skills He planted in me all those years ago for His glory alone.