< PREVIOUS Following Art college and a degree of maturity, my creative juices were guided more by the works of the 19th Century Pre-Raphaelites and Symbolists. However, whilst working freelance, sculpting prototype toys, I realised true peace of mind lay in 'creating' solely for myself. Since 1996, I've been in the fortunate position of producing and marketing my own range of Sculpture for the giftware trade, and occasionally indulging in my passion for oil painting. I continue to have a compulsion to see something new from my hands, becoming quite neurotic when sculpture production commitments eat into creative time.

I suspect the first experience which had a bearing on my creativity was my birth. It was something of a trauma for Mother and I, involving an emergency Caesarean and me being incubated with damaged lungs. Re-occurring childhood suffocation nightmares bore vivid symbolism relating to that episode. Whilst at College during my Interior design course, a lecturer admonished me for doing too many 'Womb like' schemes, depriving my secretive journey back to warm solitude. This preoccupation is now most comfortably manifested at bathtime, when I can immerse myself amongst the bubbles and drift into my head, returning to the womb I was so rudely interrupted from... and get a bit wrinkly. NEXT >