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Hello.
I am G. H. Cawser.
(I use G. H. cos I’m not too keen on the name Graham.)
I started dribbling and scroodling at an early age.
I initially drew inspiration from the area I was brought up in - (a weird part of Staffordshire) - and from the strange folk who inhabited that enchanted land. They subliminally brainwashed me with their outlandish stories and old wives tales…
It soon became apparent that I suffered from an artistic imagination, yet this was somewhat curtailed by the process of ‘growing up’ and the curse of ‘working for a living’…
Not until I reached the age of uselessness did the dribbling return, and then the imprisoned phantoms and fantasies were finally allowed to escape through the space between my ears...
I make no excuse for letting them loose…
They are seeking a golden place…
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