PEOPLE I HAVE BEEN
“Much like a collage can include torn pages from a magazine, train ticket stubs, bits of string, a pressed leaf or flower, the exploration of my subconscious was a handmade affair”
have always been a voracious reader. At school, I sometimes gobbled up my lunch as quickly as possible so that most of my hour-long break could be spent in the library, where I would lose myself in the myths of King Arthur or whichever book’s title caught my fancy. At the age of eight, I readby Anne Frank, and I was enthralled by the idea that someone’s recounting
