I’ve had to make the hard decision to leave London and move back up north to my parents. It looks like setting up your own business is full of sacrifices! Hopefully it will all be worth it in the end.
So here I am, in Staffordshire, back in the house I grew up in. I haven’t spent much time here over the last 12 years, just holidays and transitions between my many relocations. Believe me, it’s quite a shock to the system to return to a little village that consists of 2 pubs and…well that’s it actually! Especially after over 5 years in New York, a few years in London and lots of travelling. My newfound isolation in the countryside is a culture shock!
Whilst sorting out my new “studio” (aka my bedroom!) and my “storage room” (aka my sister’s room!), I discovered boxes full of sketchbooks that I have done over the years. In 2 boxes alone I found almost 30 sketchbooks, so who knows what I’ll find when I dig deeper.
My Mum seems to think that my room is full of “junk” and that one day the weight of it all will cause the floor boards to collapse into the living room. It’s not junk, my room is full of valuable pieces of art! Well that’s what I like to tell her. But really I probably could get rid of the paintings I did when I was 15 and who knows what else I’ve shoved under my bed. As I sift through my “archives” I thought I’d share some of it with you.