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Y JOHN SIMS<br />

JOHN SIMS<br />

1969/72 – Graphic design and illustration at Folkestone School of Art<br />

1972/75 – Illustrator and graphic designer, London<br />

1975/78 – Art director, Kuwait and Qatar<br />

1978/84 – Art director / partner Intergraphics, Bahrain<br />

1985/95 – Art director, Kent<br />

1995/2002 – Freelance illustrator / graphic designer<br />

2000 – Began stone carving<br />

2002/06 – Canterbury Christ Church University, BA Sculpture<br />

Current – Freelance sculptor<br />

Exhibitions<br />

2005 – Two man show St. Augustines Abbey, Canterbury<br />

2005 – Group Show Cleary Gallery, Canterbury<br />

2005 – One man show St. Peter’s Church, Canterbury<br />

2006 – Group show Canterbury Cathedral<br />

LONG JOURNEY BETWEEN ISLANDS<br />

CHILDHOOD, FAMILY AND NATURE<br />

I was born in 1952 in the Cathedral City of Canterbury in the<br />

county of Kent in the south east corner of England. Canterbury<br />

is a small city with a big history. My family, working class, my father<br />

a milkman since leaving the army at the end of WWII. I had<br />

an older sister and two younger brothers. Art never featured in<br />

my childhood, it was simply not something that was considered,<br />

remote from our day to day lives. Nature on the other hand was<br />

very much a part of our lives, we never had any spare cash as<br />

a family but I don’t remember really being aware of this. I do<br />

remember well the seemingly endless summers and walks into<br />

the countryside around Canterbury. My mother was from a farm<br />

workers family, her father travelled around Kent from farm to<br />

farm seeking employment, working with heavy horses in a world<br />

that had not changed for centuries. A life that was about to be<br />

swept away as the tractor took over from the horse in food production.<br />

Mother seemed to know all the names of birds, plants<br />

and animals and I guess this was the greatest gift that she<br />

passed on to me. As soon as I got out from school my friends<br />

and I would be off to the woods, orchards, water meadows and<br />

river or lakes.<br />

School I mostly hated, my yearly reports always ended with<br />

John must try harder to concentrate. Art was OK and I enjoyed<br />

history, geography and religious studies, I would be lost in the<br />

stories, my imagination carrying me away to distant lands. The<br />

dates or anything involving numbers though would have me<br />

struggling...I hated and feared them. At age nine I could barely<br />

read and my grasp of arithmetic was minimal. My school punished<br />

or helped me by making me do extra maths on a Friday<br />

afternoon when the rest of the class had art, It never worked.<br />

In a similar way my mother stopped me from going to Saturday<br />

morning cinema with my friends to practice spelling and reading<br />

on a blackboard in the kitchen...this did work, I was reading<br />

fl uently within three weeks and never looked back. Reading be-<br />

Work for sale at Castle Arts, Canterbury – www.castlearts.co.uk | http://sculptureinstone.com<br />

* 1952 Canterbury<br />

jscyprus@hotmail.co.uk<br />

came one of my greatest pleasures on those wet winter days<br />

and dark evenings, some novels but more often nature books.<br />

It was around this time that I began drawing birds and animals,<br />

copying them from books borrowed from the library. We had<br />

few books in the house, though oddly now, I do remember being<br />

drawn to reproductions of carvings of the winds by Eric<br />

Gill and Jacob Epstein in an encyclopaedia of some kind.<br />

Time passed, mostly happily. On to senior school with much<br />

a Goddess V<br />

33 P<br />

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