Finding my voice

My hands are hovering over the keyboard in eager anticipation of the words to flow from the tapping of the keys.
Poetry or prose? Fact or fiction? These are the questions.


Maybe i should backtrack a little, into the past of my mind and my reality. I invite you to join me on a journey beyond a fork in the road, along a new path lined with rich pickings and fruitful meaning.

Seeking my true passion I venture forward with increasing courage, drawing inspiration from every moment and taking time to smell the flora and fauna along the way.
I do not know what I am looking for - but i have rejected that which i do not want.
Chances are taken and risks abound, and with increased risk i take more chances.
Within the square mile and hidden in dusty tomes, i find fascination in the secrets of the City's past.
Evenings sacrificed to the study of art, I begin to look inwards and out with new eyes.
I delight in new ideas and the freedom of following my dreams into the unclear distance.
One year passes and my mind's will shows itself to be beyond retaining fine, accurate details of historical past - but passionate to soak up the visual language of the world around.
One decade split in two and five years on I am become book artist, illustrator and enthusiastic educator - and I meet you in the here and now.