As a child, my father’s study was his domain. Dimly lit, usually a single angle-poise lamp, pooling over his chaotic desk, casting long shadows but little light. The Chinese House Gods, bought when we lived in Hong Kong, emerged from the gloom above the over-stuffed bookcase, ever watchful, ominous and unexplained, creeping into my nightmares. Since I have inherited them, I have discovered they are all agents of good – guardians and heroes, dispellers of evil or symbols of mercy and compassion. All, in fact, positive, supportive and benign.
Biography
I was born in Hong Kong but moved back to Britain when I was five years old. Went to school in Edinburgh, University in Aberdeen, where I studied History of Art. Did a bit of travelling then moved to London and worked in film for ten years. Moved to Manchester and worked in Media Development in Liverpool, which I gave up after having my third child. Retired and returned to Edinburgh six years ago. I did a few short courses at LSA, having not picked up a pencil since school, before committing to the Drawing Course this year.
