MY FINEST HOUR

MY FINEST HOUR

What if I told you that I only started drawing and painting again 3 years ago? That I had taken an involuntary 14 year break from my biggest passion. But then...

... What started out as a dream…

…From a piece of paper and my trusty pens, a myriad of lines and shapes grew into you, there you appeared, my finest hour.

It took me a long time to figure out who I was. Self belief, self love and self worth wasn’t something I’d ever had. I'd been through a horrific divorce, thought about ending my life, hit rock bottom and completely lost everything about me. It was this piece, drawing her, she showed me I could be an Artist. This piece changed my life. Becoming consumed with every pen stroke built me back up to travel on the road to become who I am today. Me. She gave me confidence, strength and a whole lot of attitude and self worth that I'm not prepared to see diminished for anyone every again.

My Art saved me, gave me purpose and the realisation of the life I was always meant to live and the person who deep down inside had been screaming to freed.

It’s never too late to start over, I’m living proof. Now I honestly can’t imagine being anything but an Artist. I wake up every day with purpose, a thirst for life and experience and I love every minute of it.