Sometimes I don't .feel strong. Sometimes I scare myself with the ideas I come up with!
Like when I had my first exhibition.
I was working at beautiful Beningbrough Hall and looked at an exhibition of paintings in the gallery there and thought I could do that. (I hadn't painted for years.) So I went to the administrator and said, diffidently, Do you think maybe I could have an exhibition here one day? Vaguely thinking a year or eighteen months away, knowing the gallery got booked way ahead. There's just been a cancellation for August - I'll put you down said Ray. This was May.
I came down the stairs from that office feeling a bit shaky and thinking What have I just done?
The exhibition was a great success and I painted and exhibited for the next twenty years.
Can you think of a time when you were thrown in at the deep end, or jumped in yourself as I did, and found that actually you could swim?
Scary, but exciting...