Graduating with a First Class Honours degree in illustration from the University of the West of England in 2011, Kate has already found her freelance skills in demand from leading publishers and others. Work that is at once both dark yet almost deceptively decorative springs instantly from the page, with accurate inspiration from the ‘Golden Age’ illustrators immediately impressing the viewer.
Kate herself, however, is keen to experiment. Her output to a very tight brief can be accurate and inspirational, but she admits equally to enjoying feedback from a more open and discursive approach as well. Almost more importantly, work is delivered on time to agreed deadlines.
Madschun – “’I will marry her and nobody else,’ he thought”
Geirlaug the King’s Daughter – “… and so absorbed were they in making plans for him, that they never noticed a huge dark shadow creeping up…”
The Story of Little King Loc – “Her mother’s arms were stretched out towards her, and the girl, her eyes filled with tears of joy, was stooping to meet them…”
Jackal or Tiger? – “Now, foolish one, I have got you, and will kill you for my supper.”
The Comb and the Collar – “The lady whom he had last beheld in peerless beauty was sitting in a chair wrapped in flames, which were twisting like hair about her head.”
Kupti and Imani – “Presently she heard two great monkeys talking to one another in the tree above her head.”
Diamond cut Diamond – “why do you dance? The merchant dances because he has recovered his fortune; Kooshy Ram dances because he is a madman and has tricked you; but why do you dance?”
The Five Wise Words of the Guru – “’What think you, O mortal,’ said the giant, ‘of my fair and lovely wife?’”
Dorani – “Fly, stool, to the palace of rajah Indra.”
The Story of Zoulvisia – “All that day she floated, and all the next night…” “A glimpse of her dress of golden gauze might be caught, as she passed from one flowery thicket to another…”
The Prince and Princess in the Forest – “… but instead of springing on him and tearing him to pieces, they lay down on the ground and licked his hands.”
The Boy who found Fear at last – “There, sure enough, a sea-maiden with a wicked face was tugging hard at a chain which she had fastened to the ship with a grappling iron, and was dragging it bit by bit beneath the waves.”
The Silent Princess – “But as he and his companion began to climb towards the top they paused in horror, for the ground was white with dead men’s skulls.”