For a while I wanted to write a blog about my journey in the art world. I have been creating art since I can remember. But it was not until recently that I discovered why I was creating. For a long time I knew I could not function without creating and making art has helped me in the best and the worst of times. Then last week I remembered it was around the time when I moved from a sleepy village on the South Coast of England to the hustle and bustle of London that I began creating for my own enjoyment and not for a college course or anyone else. The type of work I created was bold, bright and happy with themes related to my childhood - like toys, games, crafts and sweets. Is this a coincidence that this should happen while leaving home for the first time? I think not. What do you think?