I was 4 when it struck me; peeling layers of masking tape from a painting in Kindergarten (apparently I had done it wrong, but I knew I hadn’t, I knew the Kindergarten teacher was lovely but wrong), it struck me that there had to be a way to make pictures on paper for ever and I was going to be that person who did that.

I was going to be an artist

My First Self Portrait

This piece was painted sitting at a small plastic kids table under a walnut tree in Moonee Ponds on a warm December 26 about 1992 or so. I used skewers and paint brushes and my new pack of Maries watercolours. Santa had given me my first pack of of proper metal adult tubes of paint. I knew only Mum would know to do that.