Life
Emily Gravett was born in Brighton, England, the second daughter of a printmaker and an art teacher. After her parents split, she lived with her mother the teacher, but she and her father would "go out drawing" in museums. She left school at 16 with GCSE qualification only in Art (grade A) and travelled Great Britain for eight years, living in "a variety of vehicles" and meeting her partner Mik.
By 1997 they had settled in Wales and had a daughter Oleander (Olly). Gravett "realised that I wanted a career, and drawing was my only skill", so she began an Art course. The family returned to Brighton in 2001, where persistence rather than qualifications got her an interview for the Illustration degree course at the local university. She matriculated that September and graduated three years later.
As of June 2008 she lives in Brighton with Mik and Olly, now 11 years old. She works in an attic studio "with views of the South Downs".
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