Where to start?

My colourful life.....At this point, I'm not sure how much to share in a blog my daughter set up for me, insisting that I should tell my story to what I think could be a possibly uninterested world. I debated on doing this as it seems terribly self-absorbing, but then I guess, art is self-absorbent, it is the nature of it. I'm dreadful at documenting any of my journey, whether personal or artistic, I don't keep a journal, never remember to keep a diary (although the idea of being organised is appealing) but have always wanted to document what, when I look back through my life, has been a miraculous turn of events, even though to many it may seem quite ordinary.

I never really anticipated that my life would turn out to be as colourful as it has turned out to be. Admittedly, those colours have not always been the brightest, sometimes being the darkest of blacks but overall it has been a kaleidoscope of shifting hues that has evolved to bring me to this point.....but more about that later