'I am about to be 65 which, in ancient days, was the year of retirement. I do not know what is ahead for me. Work, writing, family, politics, health… all is obscure. There will be light, there will be dark.
But about one thing I am sure, and I am clear: there will be drawing. (I include in that painting, because painting is only bigger and wetter drawing.) Drawing has been beside me, a place of self-explication and emotional refuge, this big, red-faced, stumbling friend, since before I learned to read or catch a ball. It has never left me, a necessary, ceaselessly rattling-on companion.'
- Andrew Marr, May 2024