My Grandma Keele never mentioned art; she did try (futilely) to teach me to knit, but that's another story. I do remember as a child being drawn to certain objects or scenes - a gorgeous puddle with tiny coloured pebbles at the bottom, for example, would hold my attention - and my husband has always called me a magpie because I like shiny things. Water, in particular, is glorious when transparent and sunlit. A recurring theme in my work is the clear green-gold glow of a spring river. Snowbanks may still enclose it but the river itself is a harbinger of the transformation to come. Again this year we saw The Rocky's glowing heart and, as always, thrilled to it.