About fifteen years ago I determined to explore a long neglected talent. In the early nineteen sixties I was one of twenty or so teenagers given the studio space in the upper floor of the Whitechapel Gallery to work in any artistic medium we chose – in my case, to paint. I thought I was destined for art school, but became a teenage mother instead -  and left painting behind for a very long time.

The journey made during the making of a painting is a complex one – it involves an exploration of the relationship between the paint and the  subject, between the painter and the viewer. My painting is, in part, a narrative – a commentary on the textures, contrasts and colours which shape our lives. But it’s also a conversation between the painter and the paint, a dance between the paintbrush and the canvas and, of course, a drama engaging surface and image.

My affection for, and attachment to, London’s inner city informs even the most rural or exotic images I paint. My history began elsewhere but, had I not been immersed in London’s constant and beautiful contradictions, I would see very differently and my paintings would tell other stories.

Whether I’m painting the skyscapes I see from my fifteenth floor kitchen/studio or recovered sights from places visited, it’s the desire to communicate all the physical, emotional and intellectual pleasure of the act of painting which drives me.

I exhibit in solo and in group shows and take commissions.