I remember when I was four years old being fascinated as I would watch my Grandfather paint. His studio was a very small space in between the garage and the entrance to the hallway in their house. Everything was in its particular place, there were so many assorted paints and paintbrushes, old watercolours stacked up and wooden painting frames. He captured such precious pictures of scenes on and around the lake and now, these scenes would not exist as lake Taupo has been developed so much over the last thirty years.
Also I liked to watch my Mum paint too. One of the old bedrooms in the family home was converted into a studio. My mother spent many hours painting in that room. One thing that the dog would do would be to fall asleep right behind her where she was standing and painting at the easel. On numerous occasions Mum would nearly trip over the dog when she would take a moment to step back and review the progress she had made on her painting.