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Ellie is quite short, and quite nice. Her illustration work bursts forth from between the seams of your visual pleasure - once you have tasted her bitter sweet organic typographical joy daydream wonder picture love you will never want any other candy!
Born in a biscuit barrel somewhere exciting with death and scandal, she spent most of her youth drawing secret crayon notes and stuffing them into the holes of trees as messages for the squirrels. When her parents realised her amazing creative gifts they kept her fed on a constant supply of cakes and waffles, and tied her to an easel where she wept angry tears of love into the paint of her early works, imbuing them with magical properties. When they ran out of waffle mix, her parents were forced to allow her to attend the local school where she learned how to tie her shoelaces and tell analogue time. Her academic progression was a glittering one, but it is not very interesting.
These days Ellie dwells in a sticky tree knot Bristol and works for The Man in a big blue and yellow tin. She would be lost without her ever-growing collection of felt pens. Her most favourite things to draw are deers, bicycles, tears, things that are extremely kitsch, lettering, a million colours, anchors, diamonds, teeth, tiles, televisions and sometimes shoes. In the not too distant future she would like to draw a jerboa and a calculator. She has an accidental collection of bouncy balls. One day she would really very much like to own a big golden harp and some roller boots and live in San Francisco, where bouncy balls abound. |
