I was a true creative entrepreneur from the moment I drew my first breath…it was loud and all about me!!!
I was what you would call a HYPERACTIVE type of child…my parents blamed food colouring and washing powder???? Well, what knowledge was there back in the dark ages??? The only way my dear Mumsi and Dadsi could calm their dear angel was to give into my relentless requests for ‘Felt tip pens’ (yes I’m a POM) and colouring-in books of Disney characters.
To everyone’s astonishment, the world became a calm and happy place…Kat was under control. I was also like this with storybooks. I even remember spending hours pouring over the pages of ‘The Girls’ annual from 1950 that my mother had owned. I can even tell you the exact illustration that would stop me in my tracks; there were a vibrant array of fairies and elves… hundreds of them…a bit like what you see with the ‘Where’s Wally ’ phenomenon.
Artistic pursuits started as a control measure in the eyes of my parents through constant encouragement this grew from a small flame to a raging fire…a passion inside me. It took me from uni years studying both fine arts and Interior design, then finding employment in an architects practice to travelling around the world and ending up meeting my true love and settling in Australia to start a family.
My beautiful babies, each one of the three treasures bought me super powers and gifts…they shoved me towards finding my inner truth and giving me the confidence to step out alone as a creative, in the form of an illustrator and an interior designer.
In 2010 my Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer, so I flew to the UK to help my Mum out. During that time I sat with him daily …it was sometimes very uncomfortable as he could barely speak and even I could find the right topic to fill the void. Finally, the silence was broken when he picked up a pen and paper handed to me and said in his load drawn tone ‘DRAW…DRAW for me’. I looked around panicked desperate for inspiration…I mean it had been years since I had drawn … this was the start. I drew kites, leaves…balloons, paper planes anything that was positive and floated …I unearthed an old water colour set of mine and started to apply colour…so much colour. My Dad’s face glowed with pride…even through the pain, I could bring him joy.
My pencil has not left the paper since then…hence finding my way into children’s book illustration, along side my interior designing and teaching. I explored combining all this into illustrations that made patterns adding so much colour and letting it all flow into a child’s special space, building the ability in them to dream and strive surrounded by love and colourful positivity.