Theoretically everything I do can fall under ‘making’. I was a young adult when I looked at my hands and thought, well, these are strong and square tools, I ought to do something practical with them. I’d actually been working materials since I can remember – making rock and shell ‘scultpures’ then mucking about with the containing spaces of shoe boxes. After this conscious thought, I began with carving wood – facilitated by the roll of chisels I found in my grandfather’s shed – which engaged me for a long while. Then I returned to paper, perhaps an inevitable progression from wood, as paper is itself.