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I was lucky to live with Nana for a couple of years. It was the last two years of
high school, when my twin brother and I moved from our small school in the
Illustrator’s nana and grandpa Australian countryside to a big city school. Nana and Grandpa’s house was right
next to the beach, so most evenings I would go for a walk with Nana, through the
suburban streets and then back along the beach sand before the tide came in too far. I don’t remember
much of what we talked about, although we talked constantly. What I do remember is her happiness and
kindness, and the youthful sense of energy and optimism that she always had about her. Plus, she loved
my drawings—I was always drawing—and when I was very young I even remember her giving me an
impromptu, but very useful, lesson in shading and tone. I still think of it today.