Born in a barn in, East London on the winter solistice to a beautiful Majick Maker and a wonderfully wise old bloke.
Loved toys, hated other kids (except my brother, who is a sort of changling with a Mohawk. Ghostbusters was the only thing that made us happy.
Discovered I liked to draw at age 7 in a pub, we weren't really allowed to be in but were forced to go to anyway. Teachers thought I was the tits, peers were satanic hell bent on my destruction.
Got into St Martins and Chelsea Art Schools, after being told it would never happen. Graduated in Fine Art. Regretted my choice to specialise in this area as I had no transferable skills. After lots of, soul sucking jobs, started to make dolls...you can find the rest of this story all over the internet. Cheers for reading!