Someone asked me when I first began to create picture books.

When I think back, it was a few years ago. I was in Durham, North Carolina, at the time and my most vivid memory of the place is taking a walk in the suburb I was staying in. There weren’t any footpaths so I had to walk on the edge of the road in the shadows of the tall pine trees lining both sides. There was little traffic so it almost felt as though I was completely cut off from the rest of the world. There was only the changing colours of the sky framed between the tree tops to indicate the passing of time. It was in that space that I’d reminisce about moments in past places and imagine adventures in new lands.

This is when I began to write and illustrate.