My mother was a painter, and I grew up with her pictures all round me. As soon as I could use them, I was given a lot of paints – and from then on painting became part of my life. When I was a student, I was taught an excellent but very restrictive way of drawing. It was not until I was awarded a travelling scholarship to Italy that I became aware that there was more than one way of doing it. I was overwhelmed by Italy – both by the place itself, and by the marvellously-painted walls of the churches. I loved both the way they were done, and what they were about.