Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was stimulated by the drawings and paintings of my father. He was and is fanatically involved with art. As a result I soon found myself painting next to him in his studio. I then stood in his rain boots (7-mile boots) and a shirt of his. As you can imagine, that looked rather odd. That's how I learned how it felt to work with a brush, paint and a canvas. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but soon something 'meaningful' came out of it. My very first canvas was a fact!