I live and paint (or should I say I paint to live) in Toronto Canada. Each May I travel to the Brighton Festival to exhibit with my sister Janette Heron-Middleton and her husband Colin, at the Blue House, 56 Albion Hill. It is a wonderful time to connect with family and meet the many eclectic visitors, who in some cases travel further than I to experience the wonder of the Festival and its myriad Artists.
It is also a time to share the myth and magic of being an Artist. This is not always the case when showing one’s work. In many ways the making of Art creates a performance that is frozen, only to be experienced by the viewer at a later date, when the Artist is not there.
I am one of those individuals who came to painting later in life. Although sensing at some point the need to be an Artist, I never felt I possessed the capability. Thus, I tried many many jobs, from Theatre Electrics to Commercial Photography, eventually becoming an Agent for six Photographers by accident, always promoting others artistic endeavours but not producing my own. At age forty, fate intervened and my circumstances forced me to make major life changes. What the hell, I finally decided to become an Artist!

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