I don't think I have ever produced a range of prints without, at some stage, taking a glance back at the huge rickety bookcase in the hall that houses the many many books from my childhood.
There is something about these book illustrations that I find captivating. Truthful, often humorous and occasionally dark, it is always the more strange and unusual ones that catch my eye and return to my memory time and time again.
I have recently been looking at the beautiful, dream-like work of Alan Marks.
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