I am a child at heart. I think my drawing is an outlet for this small person crying to escape. My attention and fascinations are often short-lived but wholly consuming and obsessive before they ebb away. I project my own loves, losses, hopes, fears, joy and sorrow onto other characters which seems to be a cleansing and therapeutic process for me. A large percentage of my time is spent doodling, then it is only a matter of time before they flourish into final drawings. My inspiration comes to me in all manner of forms including, the natural world, literature, conversations, characters I meet and dream of, culture and history.
I have shoeboxes brimming with pens and pencils, banana boxes overflowing with paper, toolboxes full of paints and a biscuit tin full of paintbrushes - I like to call it 'organised chaos', in reality its just a stack of boxes with a bunch of my belongings inside.
Things I like/love/appreciate: Daydreaming and imagining little worlds,
noticing small details that are otherwise irrelevant to anyone else, (the
smallest gestures are usually the most important to me). Colour. Drinking tea. Frolicking in the great outdoors. Laughing. I also seem to have a particular penchant for Dc Marten boots and all things unassumingly beautiful.