Putting pencil to paper, I smiled as my masterpiece slowly came to life.
Shading in corner shop signs, the bright lights of the local chippy and dogs roaming around the streets – I was drawing the council estate where I grew up.
It was a passion that had reignited in 2020 when lockdown hit.
Growing up, I had always been into my art.
My nana Dorothy had been an artist, so creativity was in my blood. As long as there was paint, glue or glitter on the floor, I was happy.
Only, having kids, Elliott, 26, and Billi, 32, with my partner, Colin, 62, and getting a fulltime job in retail, life had taken over and I’d pushed my art aside.
It wasn’t until I found myself with not much…
