It’s my sister’s birthday in a couple of weeks. It’s a milestone birthday, a big one, around the half century mark. My first thought when I realise this is UH-OH I’m getting old!

So I think what can I get her for her birthday? Something that instantly lets her know how much she means to me and how much I love her, something that will see her through the next half century so that we can be old and beautiful together sitting on the porch drinking cups of tea and cackling away. I miss cackling, need to do more cackling and my sister is truly the only person in the world who can make me cackle.

Anyway, I sit down to do a painting about my sister and this comes out. It’s not her. It’s me and my mum. Funny how I just know something like that with art. Art and me are best friends. Just like me and my mum and my sister.