Asking me to write about myself for this book is like some sort of cruel and unusual punishment. I have no choice, if I want to have my artwork printed here for you to pass judgment on, so I’ll do my best to write an honest account of myself and my artwork right from the bottom of my beautiful and generous heart. Here goes …
Once upon a time, beneath the light of the full and glorious moon, a baby was delivered via a flock of shining sparkly disco eagles to the doorstep of a family in Nelson. The parents, realizing that this baby was probably better than watching ‘Coronation Street’, took her in and raised her as their own.
From a young age, Anna was different. Instead of painting nails and playing Barbies, Anna preferred drawing by herself and falling in love with the handsome male characters she made up. One day, 6-year-old Anna drew a Simba so amazing she decided she wanted to become an animator. Unfortunately, looking back, that Simba looked like a crayon turd with legs, and she was terrible at animating because it took too long.
So Anna just kept drawing.
Every day after school, she would run home in time to turn on the TV and watch ‘Pokémon’ and ‘Dragonball Z’, and tape ‘Digimon’ on the other channel to watch later. This ritual helped her to develop an appreciation for powering up her skills, being the very best like no one ever was, and journeying to the digital world. While the other kids in art class were painting flowers and landscapes, Anna was drawing her own Digimon partners, designing as many characters as she could dream up … and also future Trunks with his shirt off.
Eventually, she left New Zealand and travelled to Japan on the back of a flying unicorn to do her last year of high school at an all-girls school in Osaka. The Japanese culture turned her into even more of a weirdo and influenced her art in mysterious ways. She lived in a temple dorm for most of the year, across the road from her high school, and still managed to be proudly late every day.
After returning to New Zealand once again and working in the fast food industry, she moved to Wellington to study at Massey. This was a terrible idea. After failing miserably at writing essays, she began working in retail. Anna sold iPods at a tech store, then movie tickets at a derelict cinema—all the time drawing copious amounts of oddness on the back of ticket receipts and movie timetables.
After applying for all manner of creative jobs and facing rejection after rejection, she started selling her artwork online and through some form of blessing from the puppy gods of Valhalla, people kept asking for more.
Now Anna is lucky enough to work in a shared studio in Wellington, where she sells her pretty artworks to innocent people around the world, as well as working for clients on branding and commercial projects to pay the bills. And she does all this while surviving on a diet of noodles, muesli, unicorn bacon and coffee.
She dreams of returning to the unicorn farm on the moon one day, to help farm them for chocolate milk and make candy floss from their manes and live happily ever after with a view of the earth in the distance ...