It doesn’t have a name. I was going to call it The Light Shed. Somewhere to try things. To get dirty. Like a garage occupied by your totally content grandfather tinkering around a Series 2 Defender. I don’t even own a light yet. Already I’m getting commands from the girlfriend. You have to keep it clean. What if clients pitch up? It’s like a light garage I try and explain. It’s not meant to be clean. I’m rolling up my sleeves to start the making of a masterpiece. Her eyes start rolling.

At the moment all I have in my studio is a CD player. 3 chairs. 2 foam boards. A notebook crammed with sketch-ups. A backdrop. A tin of paint. A pile of Z cards. A whole lot of Beer. No bar fridge just yet. It’s a big risk. A new chapter in my career. Sometimes in life it feels harder not to take big leaps, but to consistently take all the little ones.

My new Studio is in Green Market Square, 2nd floor Namaqua House. Hopefully you’ll come and visit me.