As a child I yearned to be an artist but, looking at art, I was overwhelmed by how an artist had chosen the colours in their painting. So I stuck to grey and that mirrored how I felt about the World. Much of my childhood was over-shadowed by depression; the World lacked colour. As a young mother this became a more serious psychological illness but it is through my recovery that I discovered the joy of colour. I even find it in the bleak estuary landscapes of my coastal walks by looking more closely and I emphasise it to share that joy.
