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I have found the upload for images....great !

The image alongside my writing is of one of my paintings entitled Night to Castle, yes a play on words, that's me: the wordsmith.

Creativity is an integral part of me, I paint as part of my livelihood and this painting has been 'so far' the one everyone ends up saying they like the most.

Of course because I live about 100 yards from the castle the most viewers are tourists who have come here to see the castle....maybe that's a catch twenty two situation. Friends and family tend towards my photographs rather more than my paintings, in particular my sunsets which have become a 'life of its own' creation.

I have to have cameras all over my home because when a sunset happens here it is instantaneous and I either end up on the balcony with a view of the Lleyn Peninsular, hanging out of my bedroom window (which I remind you is in the roof!) or running like hell out of the door to catch a view of the castle with a sky of multi coloured hue enhancing its imagery. So there is a camera or two lurking in wait throughout my home.

My paintings however are My Soul on Canvas which will be the title of my first full exhibition in my very own Gallery sometime within the next few months. I am currently engaged in the lengthy process of negotiating contracts which takes foreeeveeeer!

I began painting as a child but in those halcyon days of my youth education was a very different thing to what it is now. Little girls from a working class family where not expected to go to higher education it was both unheard of in our strata of society and perceived as one of the 'lower classes' not understanding the place we had in society. So I didn't even think in terms of Uni and a Fine Arts Degree. I wouldn't have known what one of those was,.

Similarly when it was suggested I attended a 'singing school' ha! in Italy my father nearly choked laughing. Not because he didn't believe in my voice but because of the incongruity of it. Miss Ashton our Song Mistress had carefully spoken to me about it, sounding me out. I hoped with all my heart...it sounded so exciting. One conversation with my dad and she gently smiled at me and shook my head. End of the dream. Now I couldn't sing a note if I tried I have a voice that is passable but the clarity and the range are sadly limited.Dad saw my face and his attitude changed but then, I didn't truly understand and he never spoke of it again, not once throughout my life. Maybe he had finally grasped how I felt 'outside' maybe because he felt sad for me, whatever it was, the subject was never raised, not even to my Mother.

So I carried on singing to myself, and painting for my own pleasure. BY the time I was a full grown Mother and Grandmother my life would take a huge knock, and a massive change.

I eventually ended up here, a place of peace and beauty. Those times are a journey I will write about later, for now it is this time, this place that is my focus.

I attended Coleg Harlech and through Miranda, Geoff and A few others in particular Juliet and Myra I came back tot he area and stayed and began another journey, one that brought me to be an artist for real. I paint portraits, I paint scenery and I let my imagination flow it is indeed a time in my life where i paint my Soul on Canvas on a regular basis.

A psychologist could read my entire life through my art it is the place where there are no boundaries, no fences or hills to climb to be who I truly am...it is simply a blank canvas, myself and my tools of the trade....and me, the person I am inside.

The majority of my work is done in bright colours mostly the primaries of red/blue/yellow with a few tonal qualities and I love to experiment. I've added sand/tissue/grit/bits of pottery to the mix before now...I simply love to use my art and the license to go with it.

So Night to Castle is my most popular tourist painting and my photography excels in sunsets but my true skills lie in sculpture which is where my entire creative process comes fully alive. I will write about that another day for today this blog is simply a writing inspired by a very kind, old friend who let me know they where following my blog and found it interesting. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this piece my friend.