What it is to be an Artist.

When I was young my Dad built my siblings and I a castle in the garden. It had two floors, with a slide from the top floor and a door that opened and closed with ropes. He also built us a tiny house which was painted red. One spring morning the fairies had painted the roof a beautiful baby pink.

Through these experiences my imagination became stronger. I had imaginary bear friends who I used to carry in my pocket everywhere.

Every Sunday was a trip to Epping Forest, exploring the different types of mushrooms and trees. Coming home covered in mud.

These experiences helped me to develop my creativity.