WELCOME LETTER
My artistic career was short but memorable – for the wrong reasons. In Year 1 at Henty Primary School, the composite class made up of kindergarten and my year were asked by our teacher to draw something to enter in the Henty Show. My mind went blank. I had no idea what to do. Taking ‘inspiration’ from my classmate sitting beside me, I began to draw. Unlike others in my family, I was not blessed with artistic talent, so it was quite a surprise when several weeks later I was awarded third prize. My mum was very proud, but the glory of my accolade was outweighed by the guilt I felt at having plagiarised (a word my six-year-old self did not know) my friend’s work, and that was the end…