My studio is not arty. It doesn’t smell of turpentine, and I’m not knee-high in paper.
1950s education didn’t agree with me. I was totally lost.
I must have been very young, but I have a clear memory of drawing on a cream brick wall… with wax crayons.
A good story is elegantly wrapped, and the child discovers things bit by bit.
You don’t put your head above the parapet and become a personality if you’re an illustrator – it’s not part of it; it’s not possible. You are a servant to the story.