Amanda Christine Cox was born in the London Borough of Greenwich, nearly 5 decades ago, to a single mother in a Victorian hospital that has long since been demolished. Her father is a Londoner and her mother is from Plymouth, and both cities fill that role of "homeland". The social diversity of our capital city is a constant source of new perspectives, and the rolling moors and open coasts of Devon provide the contrast of peace and tranquillity, even though those environments exist mainly in her memory since moving to Gloucestershire. She has lived in suburbia most of her life and the environmental and social patterns have ingrained itself into her interior chaos. 

Painting, poetry and short story writing happened most significantly at around age 6, before the consciousness of what it meant to be a creator dawned. Awards for art were won at school and the gift of feedback gradually shaped an idea of what worked in the world. The storyteller instinct was bourne out and expression via art and craft ranged from painting and drawing to puppet and modelmaking. Later, more art images and literature were absorbed, influences added to the flow, and predictably success in creative subjects at school followed. A move to a private school which placed significant importance in speech and drama and fine art ensured a burgeoning interest and was a great cradle for creativity and exploration of performance and poetry started becoming more mature. Interests in singing and acting were indulged and encouraged. Higher education beckoned but academic subjects being unattractive to a teenager eager to make a few pounds and explore the world, to work to live, the output was limited to personal projects and the odd published article - seldom with an end-user in mind. But despite being reclusive she did at one point hawk a portfolio around graphic design and related industries, not all of it was dismissed and she got offered a job in an architects firm in London, which in the folly of youth she declined in favour of a more local and better paying but ultimately more boring position. A direction was required at this point and it seemed like a good idea to train in TV and radio programme making. 3 years of college for this, and 10 years of sporadic work followed. Pushing buttons was not that exciting and the shift patterns left little time for making art. 

Anarchy prevailed. The epiphany arrived mid 30's. Art college seemed the best avenue to explore next. 

After completing a Foundation in Art and Design, and joining Camberwell College of Arts, gaining a mediocre BA but stubbornly persuing and gaining an MA in Fine Art at the lovely seaside town of Brighton, that authenticity and challenging anarchy remains: tho it is a little less rough at the edges... 

Experience with me my world as I try to represent it..