I was surrounded by art from a young age, the perks of having an artist as a mum i suppose! I remember the smell of her studio; the oil paint and thinners, the seemingly random ‘treasures’ collected on dog walks and beach holidays, the eager anticipation and excitement when getting to get my hands dirty and try new things. We would take day trips to the various galleries in london, at the weekends and on holidays. I used to love copying the different paintings and drawing strangers on the train. I wasn’t a fan of school but I loved the art department, specifically ceramics. There is something about transforming an inanimate piece of clay into something, anything, something to hold. I had no doubt in my mind that I would be an artist, i just didn’t know, at that point, what being an artist actually meant. I knew what I’d experienced but I didn’t yet know the world beyond and what it had in store.