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Drawings by the seven-year-old me

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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:

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Written by Craig

June 14th, 2012 at 9:14 am

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  1. If I remember rightly, Sambi was a tortishell cat…. That would be the last time you saw me in horizontal stripes!!

    Jo robinson

    15 Jun 12 at 12:04 pm

  2. Oh gosh, yes, you’re right. My memory is fucked…

    Craig

    15 Jun 12 at 12:07 pm

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