About Us

My parents took me to London and Paris when I was 15, in 1975. Yes, that's them in the pic in the early 2000's . We watched a man in a wheelchair paint a 16x20 water scene in oil, with a pallet knife. My dad bought the painting for $55 (that was about $255 today). When we came home I bought the supplies and tried to duplicate the painting and did pretty fair. From then until about 1985 I painted 15 or so paintings and gave most of them away, but still have a few of them hanging in my home. Life gets busy and you just don't have time to paint. I always said that I would start painting again when I retired.

After the first three weeks of lockdown working from home, the honey-do list that I'd been building for 22 years was finished and I was bored. As luck would have it, my eldest son gave me some stretched canvas' last Christmas and I got my old box of paints out from under the garage toolbench. The paints that I last used in about 1985 were all still good. So I started painting. I'm loving it and moved up my retirement by a few years.