After my disastrous two years in London at The Bartlett from 1991 to 1993 – an expensive non-event that amounted to sweet fuck all and that cost my father a fair amount of money that at that time he could ill afford to waste – upon my return to Portugal I began to have intense […]

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Little nuggets that I still retain: In the late seventies my father had been posted to Holland and we lived in a beautiful postcard duplex flat overlooking a canal in Delft. My grandfather, at that time, was very busy with his business affairs in Latin America, flying back an forth at quite a pace, and […]

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Barring Brian Manning, who taught me art for the five years I was at boarding school, the only other master who accompanied my secondary education for the full five years I was there was Martin King who taught us Spanish. I liked him very much and his classes – right the way through my time […]

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I am the oldest of us siblings. Sacha comes next, four years and three months behind me, and Emma holds our rearguard, six years and six months after Sacha. For six of those ten years before Emma appeared in our lives, it was Sacha and I. Sacha was everything a little girl should be; delicate, […]

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