Creative sparks fly from my fingertips these days, so it is extremely unlikely that I will ever stop creating. It gives me great pleasure to hammer into anvil the age old myth that artists do their best work when they are young. Art is the language of the heart and spirits are forever young. A creative mind in a state of perpetual evolution must inevitably lead to exponentially ascending mastery. And mastery certainly has its pleasures. A neophyte must make a thousand frustrating attempts for a meagre result. But with an idle flick of the wrist, the master creates his masterpiece. Indulge my candour, it's just great to be at this stage in life. It's all cause and effect of course, yet few ever pursue something far enough to watch this balance of order and chaos reverse itself.

I mention my intent to continue not without reason, as I have long since achieved my artistic ambitions. From my humble beginnings as a keen snapshotter, I have travelled fast and far. There have been many milestones on this journey, but in the interests of coherency, I shall mention but the relevant few.

Towards the final years at school, I felt lost. All the other kids knew what they were going to do when they left and I didn't. This gave me a feint feeling of nervousness and fear. When they mentioned their chosen vocation I would stare at them and think "How do you know that?" Of course, looking back now, I understand that I was simply making a bigger deal out of this decision than the other kids. They didn't know anything, they were just casually making choices.

I was an excellent student. I survived education with my talents still intact.