
The beautiful North is feeding me inspiration on a plastic spoon, how can I refuse? 19 years old, with tired eyes and a hangover i am finding life in the small town of Pocklington an anxious wait for university. The daydreamer lost in both worlds who trips over a curb is me. Taking refuge in art and design is something that I can always rely on, dripping crude oil over red roses is the most recent example of this. In the next three years I want to explore design further and find what ever it is I'm looking for.