My parents, bless their hearts, were encouraging with us boys, sending us to lessons in music, swimming, hockey, footy, dancing, fishing, lifesaving, horse riding, twice a week to church for Sunday school, and fence-painting art competitions.
Art came out on top as an obsession, with unofficial mentors such as the flamboyant Liberace; Rolf Harris, when he toured for British Paints with his amazing painting demonstrations; and Elvis for his confident stage presence. They all presented their passion with an attractive energy. I later became aware of their ability for marketing, persistence and then their failings.
At 22, bursting with curiosity and hormones, I escaped from family, friends and employment, leaving Oz. After a year of hitchhiking from Iceland to Morocco and New York to Panama via Hollywood, I ended up…