I didn’t have a pram in the hall to destroy the possibility of me making great art. I had a second-hand pushchair. I had very little actually, not merely out of poverty but because when I had a baby the idea, seemingly crazy now, was to travel light.
To stay on the road. Child in tow. I continued my studies, as I was in the second year of my degree when …
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