Charlot Kristensen is a recent graduate. Having just completed a BA degree in Illustration in London, she has finally returned to Dublin where she hopes to contribute to the ever growing art-scene. Some of the things she loves is creating comics, character designs and drawing afros. Most of her works are created digitally but she also enjoys doodling with colour pencils.

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What got you in to independent publishing?
I like the idea of having control over the entire publishing process where I’m able to influence various aspects of the whole package from choosing the cover design and font size to selecting the format and the page order. I know it involves a lot of work and self discipline but it’s a very rewarding task and something all artists with little budget have to rely on.

What do you make/publish?
I try to maintain a good level of versatility when it comes to publishing my art. I am thinking of doing thematic illustration books and sketches and in future I am strongly considering publishing comic books.

Who/what inspires you?
As a child my main source of inspiration came from through the Japanese culture. You can still see a strong trait of this influence in my work. However, later on I decided to spread my horizon by dwelling into illustrations from various parts of the world. I do find that my influence changes often as I keep finding new artist, but some of the illustrations that have particularly caught my attention lately are those of Ericka Lugo, Maike Plenzke, Lara Paulussen, Hannah Christenson and Greg Wright.

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Who are your audience?
My target audience are teenagers, young adults and sometimes an even more mature crowd. More specifically I am trying to reach out to people who are interested in social issues and want to make the world around them into a better place. For instance “The black women” illustration book that I will be selling during the fair is supposed to highlight the achievements of the less privileged.

Tell us a joke!
A man lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his family: a weeping wife and five children. Three of the children are tall, good looking and athletic; but, the fourth and youngest is an ugly runt. “Darling wife,” the husband whispers, “assure me that the youngest child really is mine. I want to know the truth before I die, I will forgive you if …” The wife gently interrupts him. “Yes, my dearest, absolutely, no question, I swear on my mother’s grave that you are his father.” The man then dies, happy. The wife mutters under her breath: “Thank God he didn’t ask about the other four.”