I have always been an artist. I have always drawn. Being an architect was a wonderful licence to escape and travel the world with more drawing in another enjoyable dimension. As a designer I made lots of other interesting pictures too. As a teacher I was privileged to be able to learn, think and experiment about it all - art, drawing and human communication, that is. And then too there was the fantastic world where computer code you wrote would amazingly transform into awesome images - drawing by magic.

The event which coloured everything for me however, was the death of my father, seven or so months before I was born. That defined me, inescapably, as an outsider. Not one to conform, I really have never understood the meaning of conformity, abandoned as an eccentric, I suppose in lots of eyes.

Drawing, my art, has always been the place where I have been able to take refuge and reason my way through the chaos of what I have to live through - my art is that of the outsider. The biography here is something of a weird fantasy in many ways.

A father would have helped, though I may have tuned to other skills.