evolution, not revolution

I spent many many childhood hours closely observing a father, who was a highly accomplished self taught artist, use incredible skills to create the most amazing pictures of everything from wildlife in charcoal to watercolour landscapes. Some of this passion definitely rubbed off, was in the blood or whatever because I too spent the pre-computer, pre-internet, pre-iPhone years of the 1970s and 80s whiling away hours drawing. I was good enough to be accomplished up to A Level at school before lifes other priorities took hold.