Carl Warwick. Painter, Musician, Designer.

One of my earliest memories that I can recall, is waiting for my grandma to have her hair set or permed in a hairdressers. As always (or how all kids do) I was drawing some imaginary landscape with trains and trees. One of the girls who worked in the shop seemed genuinely impressed and surprised by what I had created. I guess I believed her and continued to draw and paint all through school and then in art school and now still to this day.

I was building drumkits or finding and arranging objects to hit and generally making an awful racket from before I can remember. One day I heard a piece of music on the TV, years later this turned out to be Toccata and Fuge in D minor-J. S Bach and felt this immense surge of pleasure like a wave filling my body and rising up. From this point I was driven and hungry to find ways that could recreate this feeling. With no musical training or chance to actually get my hands on a serious instrument of my own, I sneaked into every music room, hall, club or bar I could, in order to hear or get my hands on these transforming objects.