The Sketch That Opened the Door

An old sketchbook page that opened the door to the Royal College of Art.

This is me at eighteen—right on that edge where innocence still lingers, but the world is already starting to ask more of you.

It’s literally an old page pulled from an old sketchbook.

Just caught in that quiet moment where you’re imagining your future so hard it almost feels real.

A summer that tasted like freedom, nerves, and possibility.

This piece holds sweet memories for me—because it captures the moment I still remember so clearly: the summer I realized I could make art that opened doors… and I stepped through.

An old page. Sweet memories.

And the beginning of everything.