Well, like all good tales you have start with a prop. The prop in this story is a book, not just any book though. No, it was the sweetest little book with crisp cream pages and endless possibilities. This book went everywhere with me for a while. I wrote my name in it, that's all, and thought about all the things I could write or draw.
So once I had finished the book I got a new one, the book was fine, thicker and more pages. But I was also given a pen. Not just any pen, a handcrafted Victorian fountain quill.
Lots and lots of drawings - some sad and dramatic, some cold and wistful, some with cheerful faces but at the beginning they were rare. I kept these books by my bedside and I used them everyday and if you asked me nicely I'd let you have a look at some of the more completed images.
And a few books in came the Owls, then birds, then an ill advised section of squirrels ( nah!) then the worried women and finally in my most recent book the lovely Tea Ladies. For whom Tea is everything and everything else can wait.
When I began enlarging these sketches I did it with the view to make the images look better, use more ink, rearrange them on the page and generally see them big. I'm honoured people have bought my work, that it's been so well received and I've had some amazing support from those I love. I'm not sure what I'll do with them all. I have only planned as far ahead as I can see, which most days is just past my nose, but watch this space because I've got a feeling it's just the beginning.