My sixteen year old nephew has come to stay with me for a few days, along with his male friend, and I’m enjoying having two teenagers in the house (yes, really, I do mean it). Its the first time they’ve been to see my new house and it was described as “Well lush” which seems to give it the thumbs up in teenage-speak! This morning they asked to see my studio and the artwork I produce in it, which I was more than happy to show them. And my nephew declared that it was “Well cool” which again was great acceptance! He picked up one picture and asked me if it was painted in oils, and I said no, it was in watercolours, remembering that he had mentioned the other day about me painting on material, and realising he meant canvas. Its all new for him to see for himself as he lives the other end of the country from me so I don’t see him as often as we’d both like. He particularly liked the “Tree of life” painting I did, as a version of it is hanging on my studio wall, and his friend liked the “Guardian Angels” painting I’ve done with the faces in the cottage garden. It reminded me of the sort of art that I used to do when I was their age – surreal paintings of faces with a macabre twist to them, mostly.