The 1940s
My love of things ‘creative’ was born in my early years in Manchester, triggered and nurtured by my parents’, and especially my father’s, involvement. I have always seen the act of creativity as being rooted in transformation – all seemingly fixed states are transitional conditions that we nudge, push, massage and lead into new states. During my childhood I would see railway sleepers, which had been made out of trees, reassembled to become a bombproof underground shelter, and then reassembled again to create a make-believe jeep. And so it was with the larger environment – for example, open fields were transformed into streets, among them the very building that was our family’s first home. Likewise, one day I would see larger and larger ...
