Some time ago, I went to a solicitor with my brother, mother, father——just a document to sign. Something about his surname appealed to me, though that’s a completely irrelevant aside I won’t go into (nor was it the reason I was there anyway). In the waiting room, an assistant handed us a paper to fill out prior to the meeting. It was the usual name and date of birth, but when it came to ‘profession’ I paused. I looked at the page for a moment, then looked up, half-puzzled, half-amused——what am I supposed to write? Within seconds, the quandary had spread around the table——until my mum chimed in.
‘Say artist. Isn’t that what you are?’
(for my other life as animator, check out the archives)