Wherever I go I see watercolours. I paint landscapes in my mind all the time. I work out the composition, the colours, the painting process but not always how it would look. I sometimes take photos but prefer to sit and paint it right there. And when I sit in front of a clean sheet of paper all the cares of living melt away and I am absorbed by mixing colours, the shape of a brush, a bead of colour and the smell of wet watercolour paper (usually Arches). When I don’t paint for a short time I feel a sense of loss.