![]() I was sure that this was the way forward, and having the freedom to expand my ideas and practise drawing for those three years was wonderful. Finding that it was, I went to Kingston, and meeting a class of twenty other people interested in the same things as me was sort of a revelation – here were more people who’d drawn fairies in their teens, liked to talk about types of pencil and thought Maurice Sendak was wonderful. Leaving secondary school, I knew I wanted to study art, but hadn’t really registered that illustration might be a degree all by itself. In fact maybe I should blame my terrible posture today on having walked most of my childhood looking down. ![]() More than drawing, I remember collecting things being my passion – shells, stones, anything you could find on the ground. ![]() The best days were after a storm, when everything was washed up onto the beach and you could find all kinds of weird shells and animals that you’d never seen before. I remember finding tortoises, catching prawns with a tin and burying sea urchins, and one glorious time falling fully clothed off the boat into the river. I was born in London, but a South African mother meant frequent trips there when I was little, and memories of holidays with my grandparents next to the sea are some of my most powerful and influential. ![]()
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