Drayton, Helen

I remember sitting in the kitchen at home in Belmont, which is a pretty little town in Trinidad, with many narrow lanes-some winding, and some as short as several strides. There in the kitchen my mother, a beautiful woman, would be making bread and cake. She would give me a piece of dough, and I would be lost in a world making shapes and little people. So it was from childhood I loved to create things, draw, paint...dream. I still get lost in poetry, writing and painting-passions that were with me, when in my teenage years, I went to parks and gardens in England to sketch the beautiful scenery...