Sometimes it's just liberating to pop a fresh white canvas on the old easel and get busy, or to whip out my oil pastels and stare at a blank sheet of paper. Sometimes I have a plan, and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I'm really not sure where the ideas come from. Watching a bit of telly, reading a book, or maybe from an idea I have when sipping on a nice pint of IPA.

A bit like life, art finds a way.