When I was back in Lincoln at Christmas, I had a look at some of the stuff from my childhood that my mother had kept. Here’s some photographs of what my work was like at the age of seven.
Here’s a Malaysian man getting rubber out of a tree:
I like the juxtaposition of forest and plank:
A fairly accurate drawing of my mother and I:
Here’s the whole family.
We had a black cat called Sambi when I was little. This is something I’m not overly proud of. It was the Seventies. (My sister reminded me that the cat wasn’t black, but tortoise shell, so I guess it was just a name. Hurrah!):
“Father hen is called a cock.” And so began a life of sniggering:
I think it’s safe to assume that this must’ve been my first ever infographic:
And here’s a series of pages from a stapled-together book I made called Flight:
And here’s a poem:
I really like this drawing, love how big the clouds are: