I didn't develope much of an interest in art until my twenties, couldn't even make the effort to get a portfolio together for art college I was so interested in music from an early age, but couldn't think of what to write for songs so l drifted back to writing. I felt l wanted to be a writer above all, settled for a few thousand pages on Scribed for free, decided l didn't really know anything even if l had a lot to say, and so got back to painting.
Self-taught, l'd acquired a license to sell prints and paintings back in the early 80s during the Edinburgh Festival, and so did that for 15 years before it got too hectic, with stallholders selling everything under the sun and arguing about space.
Since then I've had paintings in various galleries in Edinburgh including Morningside gallery and Hanover Arts, as well as sold all over the world online and through the festival of course.
I discovered the self-study metaphysical text A Course in Miracles when l was 30 and its leading teacher, Ken Wapnick shortly after. This had me question the value of doing art and pretty much anything that isn't going to last forever, but decided that as it will last a good deal longer than me, it's probably worth making the effort.
That and I like the 'purity' of landscapes, reminding me of the classical music l like such as Sibelius and Kancheli. At some point l'll get around to more buildings and portraits, possibly other subjects. Oh and a major discovery almost 20 years ago was the work of Bernhard Vogel. It was good to discover someone else who made spots and blemishes an integral part of the artwork. That and ignoring the purists, preferring to use gouache white on top of dark for lighting effects.
It's in a sense ironic l came to fine art for as a child l preferred to draw superheroes, virtually worshipped and envied Stan Lee, and thought l might become a comics artist. But colour and its virtually limitless juxtapositions and mixtures in terms of mood got the better of me.