I was born in 1979 at Torbay Hospital, in Devon, to two wonderfully understanding and supportive parents. My childhood was a time of happy contentment and fights with siblings.

The 80s was spent drawing, playing with Lego, getting injuries from trying to fly, running and jumping around and absorbing cartoons on T.V like a sponge. It was a time when computers were brown and cream, had black screens with green blinky text on them and you could buy a lot of sweets and a drink for 50p. Halcyon days.

The 90s was an awkward time of confusion, trying to fit in at school, drawing, watching cartoons with a more cynical eye, playing with Lego and trying to be cool but failing. Computers were beige, slow and overtaking the world. 50p would get you a 2 finger kitkat and a drink but only just. It was the time when my drawing skill was appreciated by my contemporaries and I got some cartoons published in the school magazine. It was also the time I found out about the two sides of the brain, and it dawned on me why I was terrible at maths. Disillusionment started to set in.

In 1998 I went to Plymouth to study Art and Design for a year to get me into University. A strange year of travelling miles everyday and ‘experimenting’ with art to open my mind. One year later I went to University in Exeter, where I met some of the nicest people ever and made friends for life. My drawing ability developed and regressed in equal measure, as the constant ‘trying new things’ took away from my illustration development. We were told we were the ‘cream of the crop’ and a degree ‘practically guarantees a job’. At the end of the 3 years we were kicked out onto the street and left blinking in the blinding light of imminent unemployment. Disillusionment grew.

So I got a BA/Hons in Graphic Design – Illustration; which turns out is as helpful in getting a job as sneezing in the interviewers face. I collected my Degree in a rented gown, in a giant cathedral, gave the gown back and went home. I took the following year off after university to ‘devote time to getting a good job’, it was a year of depressing reflection, and the steady lowering of my career aspirations, but also the year that made me. I would recommend it to anyone.

2 years in a minimum wage cinema job brought me happiness and sadness and forced me to meet the finest examples of human kind on this planet.

Presently, I'm living in Exeter, working in a better job, trying to figure out how to make money, make a difference and enjoy life. Computers are black or white now and quick, but not quick enough and 50p will get you laughed at.

My drawings are a product of years of wanting there to be more to life, but knowing that there isn’t. Harsh but true.