8th September 2009
Despite my efforts to be completely invisible to other human beings, I found I couldn’t help but stand out when it came to drawing and painting, and no one was more surprised by this than I. Incredible to me and my family though it was, it turned out that I was a natural when it came to decoding the world I saw and representing it somehow on paper. I wasn’t really sure myself if what I was painting and drawing was real, or in my head. Everyone wanted to know where these strange ideas and images came from, but I knew instinctively that it was not something I should talk about. So I got used to being noticed for this one thing, and yes I suppose I did feel a little pride about it too. It also meant that when my parents would ask me what I was going to do when I left school I at least had some kind of answer that seemed to satisfy them.