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  • York

    Part 2

    Day two in York got off to a frantic start. There was a hotel breakfast to enjoy, or maybe not if you ask for the vegetarian option and the sausages are still frozen when they arrive… Luckily there was tea and pastries so all was not lost.

    After breakfast was a complicated hotel room scene of me going ‘I need that for the school visit this morning so let’s make a pile by the window, I don’t need that until the award ceremony this afternoon so it can go on the bed, I don’t need this at all anymore it can go by the door to go in the car, actually no, can I have that back, wait… do I have all the props for the school visit, do I need a coat, maybe we should start again…?’ and generally triple-checking everything in a haze of public-speaking fuelled anxiety.

    We arrived at fabulous Vale of York school and were met by their wonderful school librarian, Susie, and superstar student helper, Jacob. We got everything set up and started the presentation to a brilliant group of creative readers. They joined in, asked me loads of tricky questions, told me about their own stories and creative projects, we unwound so much ‘spidersilk’ that we ran out of space in the library, it was brilliant and I had a great time. I think the students did too!

    A display of the shortlisted books in the Vale of York school library.

    Next we drove to St Peter’s and sorely wished we’d washed the car. We live down a long, pothole- riddled, overgrown lane in Devon and we don’t even notice the mud on the car anymore. Until we park in front of this beautiful building!

    St Peter's school, absolutely beautiful! I made sure to crop our filthy car out of the picture, we rather lowered the tone.

    We had a lovely authors’ lunch in the library, then headed into a hall full of incredible artwork by the students. One student had a whole sketchbook for Stitchwort, it was beautiful! There was a cake, sculptures, drawings, paintings, fan- fiction, manga, scripts, reviews; the school staff had to drag the authors away because we wanted to see everything!

    Beautiful cover art and one of many lovely reviews.
    Sculpture, needlefelt, collage, and a beautiful portrait of Etta Starling. the diversity and effort involved in the artwork was amazing!
    I immediately noticed the cake was based on the cover of 100 Tales from the Tokyo ghost Cafe, but I didn't immediately spot the lollipops on the top representing each book, the school, and the book award! The creativity was fantastic!

    In the hall we each had a lovely, handwritten card welcoming us to the York Book Awards, chocolates with each of our book covers printed on, and a York Ghost! I had to be a well-behaved adult and not immediately open my ghost. (That lasted until we got back in the car, I’d opened my ghost before we’d pulled out of the parking space)

    Our lovely gifts from the organisers.

    We each had to do another talk, I was even more nervous in the hall than in the library, so I can only hope it was coherent! Luckily I went first, so everyone will have immediately forgotten mine. Julian Sedgwick and Chie Kutsuwada told some wonderful ghost stories, with a live drawalong, and Tom Palmer had a real WW2 artefact with him, which helped him to connect to the past while writing The Angel of Grasmere.

    Chie and Julian, with Chie's wonderful Kappa drawing, snacking on a cucumber (I didn't know cucumber's were a Kappa's favourite food!)

    Next were awards to the students for their exceptional artwork, and then the book award! After a tense few minutes of anticipation Tom Palmer won with The Angel of Grasmere!

    Group photo! I do not photograph well, so I always look awkward!

    We then had a mad signing session with all of the excited students. Chie drew bunnies, I drew spiders, we took some photos together and it was time for the long drive back to Devon, with my two York Ghosts (and my lovely family!)

    My book cover chocolates!

    I had a wonderful few days, York was beautiful and the YBA were brilliant. We all thought the event was incredibly well organised and everyone involved had added so many thoughtful and personal touches. We were all blown away by the amazing staff and students, and I hope I can visit York again soon!

    We arranged our York souvenirs on the fireplace when we got home.

    If you’d like to know more about Julian Sedgwick go here; Home | Julian Sedgwick

    Chie Kutsuwada is here; Chie Kutsuwada Manga | illustration

    Tom Palmer’s website is; Tom Palmer | Children’s Author

    And the annual York Book Awards are here; In the Media – York Book Award

    Some excellent York Folklore by Icy Sedgwick; Devils, Cats, Tiny Streets & Witches: York Folklore At Its Best – Icy Sedgwick

    Came home to this idiot…

    Heimerdinger, poised and elegant as ever.

    I have a Ko-fi page, where you can ‘buy me a coffee’, should you ever wish to. Although I don’t actually like coffee, I like tea or hot chocolate. And cake. There’s a few free downloads available on Ko-fi, and I will try to remember to post more on it!

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  • I was lost, until I went inside the Labyrinth

    I’ve never blogged before, so I figured I’d start at the beginning…

    Like most people when they’re little, I was creative. I loved to read and write, to tell stories, and draw pictures. I thought I would grow up to be an artist and paint fairytales. It was all I wanted.


    But in secondary school my art teacher said I couldn’t just ‘be an artist.’ I said maybe I could illustrate books? No, too competitive, you’re not good enough.


    (To be fair there was no such thing as a website then, online shops and social media were years away from becoming a reality. We couldn’t even have begun to imagine a way of directly showing your artwork around the world in seconds. But still… )


    That ‘you’re not good enough’ stayed with me. There was no talk of draw every day, keep practising, study artists whose work you love. Just ‘you’re not good enough’.


    By the time I was 13 I knew I’d never be good enough. I stopped drawing. I only ever did the bare minimum I had to do to get my homework done. I hated everything I drew. Without practising I wasn’t improving, so everything was terrible. ‘You’re not good enough,’ became louder, and it was all I could hear and think when I picked up a pencil.


    Then one weekend afternoon a film was on the TV. It was called Labyrinth.

    Theatrical release poster by Ted CoConis


    If you haven’t seen it (and you absolutely should) it’s about a teenage girl called Sarah, who lives in her magical daydreams, but has to babysit her little brother Toby.


    I have a little brother, quite a bit younger than me. I immediately identified with Sarah, her love of fantasy, her distaste for baby brothers. I fell in love with the movie, just completely enthralled by the whole thing from beginning to end. I had never seen anything like this, these magical creatures, this whole incredible world that Sarah fell into. It all looked so real, it was mesmerising. I absolutely loved it. I couldn’t move from the TV. At the end I fell back to earth with a bump, as the voiceover announcer said after the break there was going to be a documentary called Inside the Labyrinth.


    Obviously I was going to watch it!


    It was one of those moments. Just an insignificant Sunday afternoon, sat on the sofa watching TV. Then everything changes.


    I remember seeing a lady painting the hands for the shaft of helping hands, and I just sat up. I can do that. I mean, anyone can do that! Anyone can paint hands. I might not be able to draw. I might not ever be an artist or an illustrator. I might not be very clever, but I can paint latex hands green!

    Inside the Labyrinth documentary.


    So I turned to my poor mum and I said how do I get that job? How do I do her job? How do I make stuff for movies?


    Obviously again, this was pre-internet.


    We had to find out through the library, books, writing to universities and asking about their courses. I did my Art GCSE and A level, through gritted teeth! But I got onto the Art Foundation course at the Surrey Institute of Art & Design in Farnham. (And later continued to their Animation degree)


    (I remember after my interview telling our little A level art group that I’d got onto the foundation course at my first choice college. My art teacher said ‘Anyone can get onto a foundation course.’)


    After Uni I did quite a bit of work experience on various productions, and eventually ended up in Shepperton Studios as a trainee model and props maker on Thomas the Tank Engine. I loved working in the studios, I had so much fun working on incredible films and TV shows, always with the most brilliant, clever, funny and talented people.

    I made all kinds on Thomas, but mostly small props like pipes, crates, sacks, oil drums etc.


    I’ll end with this, because I’ve rambled on a bit. My parents had a beautiful florist’s shop, with a small café and chocolate shop next door. One day two ladies came into the café and sat down. My mum went to take their order and recognised my old biology teacher, and… my old art teacher. My biology teacher asked how I was doing, and my mum took great pleasure in loudly saying that I was working for Tim Burton at Pinewood Studios, on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

    There were two of us, and we painted all of the dolls that sing, dance and melt at the start of the film.

    My journey inside the Labyrinth didn’t end here. Part 2 soon!