One day, armed with a box of oil pastels purloined from my Mother, I occupied myself for an entire afternoon blissfully drawing stylised orange and yellow flowers with green leaves over the red brick wall against which our rather dilapidated Victorian greenhouse stood. I was about 5 at the time and knew exactly what I wanted it to look like.No one was overly impressed with the resulting work of art, including me.
However no one told me off either. I went and sat in the bottom of the great big wooden cask that served as the Greenhouse's water butt and brooded on my ineptitude at capturing the pictures in my head and translating them onto a flat surface.
Faint traces of it can be seen still, although the greenhouse, and sadly the water butt, has long gone, and I have been painting on fired earth ever since.
So from those first seeds of creativity which were allowed to blossom unfettered by my kind parents, I have progressed from bricks to tiles... and I am going to use this spot to show some of the things I do.
Hope you like them. Pop in when you have a free moment.
Illustration. 4.25" tile Nasturtiums: see my website for details.