My affinity with pastel art.
I soon fell in love with pastel art.
I am not sure I can explain it, but after the first few sessions in class (where I felt like an interloper), I was hooked.
Somehow everything just seemed to come together.
One day, when I was struggling with a rather headstrong trolley in the local supermarket, I bumped into (quite literally) a lovely woman who had been attending the same art class.
'You and pastels' she said. 'Like a duck to water.'
I have often wondered what makes us connect so strongly with one medium and not another. Why not water colours like my brother or wood carving like my dad?
In my early life, my mother (who is sadly no longer with us) began painting with oils. The accidental pregnancy that resulted in my sister, saw mum's wooden case of oils, brushes and other paraphernalia migrate to the closet, where it remains to this day.
Some years later, mum returned to her art classes and took up painting with pastels, which she enjoyed for many years.
I never knew why she didn't go back to oil painting and I suppose now that I never will.