Will the kitchen table do?

Passing through the living room David leaned over his father’s shoulder, and peering at the picture in front of him, said, in a broad Yorkshire accent, ‘When tha’s finished that, tha can paint side o’ my van!’. Being unprepared for this interruption to the art therapy session taking place, I was left feeling that some of my nice neat boundaries had somehow been a little ruffled. This incident, in these early days, was really only a taste of some of the unpredictable peculiarities of spending time as an art therapist with people in their own home.