David Lucas
As a child
I was born in Middlesbrough, in 1966, the third of six brothers, and as children
we were all dressed the same - same haircut, same jeans, same jumpers.
We came to London when I was five and at first we lived in a tent before moving
to a council flat in Hackney.
My parents both loved nature so I often spent holidays exploring forests and
wandering on the moors in Yorkshire or by the seashore.
I loved ruins and castles too - magical, haunted places.
As an adult
I always enjoyed drawing and in my teens I became fascinated by mythology and folklore
and began writing stories, but I didn't do well at school.
I failed Art O' level and left school at sixteen.
Later on, I went to art college and afterwards did all kinds of part-time jobs
and it wasn't until I was in my thirties that I rediscovered my old love of fairytales
and began writing stories and inventing characters again.
As an artist
I am a romantic: I believe the world is alive with gods and spirits and magic.
My drawing is picture-writing - I never draw from life - I make patterns,
as if I was knitting with ink.
Writing, for me, is pattern-making too - combining words as if they were simple shapes, making story-patterns that mix themes from my own life with those of myth and fairytales.
I love medieval art and folk art – art that is decorative, not just to be beautiful, but because pattern-making is like a magic spell, a ritual, or a prayer.
Things you didn't know about David Lucas
- All my stories are autobiographical.
- My first drawing was a picture of an owl, when I was two.
- When I was young I spent a lot of time drawing maps of imaginary cities and kingdoms.
- I remember being particularly proud of my plan for the Capital of the World.
- When I was a teenager an owl used to sit in the tree just outside my bedroom window, like a guardian angel.
- I keep a diary that I write every day.
- I like to go to quiet places on my own - an empty beach or a forest or an old churchyard and just sit and think about everything.
- I would like to have lived long ago - perhaps painting illuminated manuscripts in
the Middle Ages.
- I believe in ghosts - and in fairies - and that everything, even each twig and leaf
and rock is thinking and feeling.
- I can't sing and I can't swim and I can't drive.