I always saw colour , I always observed how each colour formed a different tingle within me , I was mesmerised by each colour and thankful that I had the gift to be able to see and observe each colour. I guess when I was younger I always felt a differ within myself but I never knew what the differ quite was. 

There I suddenly was face to face with, this difference, this feeling and the colours I once admired I now painted black and white. I was afraid , a prisoner of society , a label , a stereotype.

I was gay , I am gay.

The fact I liked girls never surfaced as an issue until harsh remarks and ‘jokes’ about fellow gay , bisexual etc. People began a part of my every day life.

I began to paint my sky, dry of colour , I lost that spark , that warmth .