This is the story of a small boy named Tim. Little Tim loved watching cartoons and reading comics, and would spend hours copying them. He dreamt that he too could be an artist, maybe an animator, or perhaps an illustrator; or just about anything that involved pencils, pens and paints. Later Tim discovered the joys of reading, this time for the story, not just the art, and so he would write stories and poems and daydreamed that this too would be a nice thing to do.

Because this is a short story, we will jump ahead to the present. Today Tim still dreams of drawing, painting and writing, and so he does all of those things, and this makes him very happy. He particularly enjoys writing and illustrating children’s picture books, but sometimes thinks it’s nice to just turn a doodle into a piece of art. Tim’s preferred medium is almost always watercolour, sometimes ink.

A self-taught artist, Tim wishes he’d followed his dream of going to art college, but reflects that in the end, his art found him and that’s what’s important.

Tim would like it to be known, that he really enjoys good coffee, especially the sort that comes with cake.