Many of us undertake some form of creativity at one point in our lives. Indeed how many of us secretly feel there is a novel hiding away under our corporate suits? Or a ballet dancer’s body waiting to pas-de-deux lithely away – had not time, opportunity or life’s choices not interfered? So perhaps for those of us that have chosen the more customary life of salaried work and financial debt, even a peripheral connection to this magical world that is the arts is sufficient to nurture our lonely creative spirit. Yes had we but world enough, and time, and money (to paraphrase Andrew Marvell) we would not be so coy when it came to the arts.