There was a time when I truly wanted to be a painter, an artist. That desire has never left me, although over the years I have done little to make it a reality. There was always something in the way – work, life, laziness, or simply a perceived lack of talent. Confidence, too, was sadly lacking. Much of what I have done by way of art in one form or another has been lost among life’s detritus – more jetsam than flotsam.