Growing up in Derbyshire, James Hague was always scribbling and drawing. His mum was a watercolourist who taught him the basics and, at school, he was always making things and creating. But in a tale we hear way too often, no teacher or career officer ever asked if he wanted to go to art school; it simply wasn’t encouraged despite his obvious talent.
Yet, being an artist was clearly going to be a part of his future.
After dropping out of sixth form, he thought he’d washed his hands of school and planned on getting a job. One friend was studying catering at Chesterfield College and he used to go and occasionally have his lunch with him in the canteen. That’s when he came across the art department. A friendly tutor suggested he bring his portfolio down and,
