I was always told I was bad at art. Whenever the paint and PVA were brought out, I would protest against everyone else’s favourite lesson of the day by sitting on the carpet and reading a book. Where my English teachers would praise me as a model student, art teachers would regularly punish me for being difficult. As I got older, however, it became apparent that I might have a condition called aphantasia – described as a “weak mind’s eye” and characterised by a thinking process morehellip;

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