As far back as I can remember, I was always working with my hands. In my childhood I wasn’t a boy who played with cars or toy soldiers, instead I made my own toys using plasticine, putty or anything that was available. My toy soldiers, tanks, airplanes came to life on bits of paper.
My father was a huge influence; in the house he had a number of sketchbooks and as a child I would pour over the pages in awe, wondering how he made that frog or flower look so real. I embarked on a quest. I started to draw everything around me, sketching, doodling and getting myself into trouble. The school system in Britain is strict and I was more than once reprimanded for doodling in the margins of my notebooks.
I think I had drawn and sketched everything there was. When I was 12, I read an article on Henry Moore and was amazed. I got my hands on some clay and went to work.
Currently I still work with my hands and play with mud!
