The story behind this. You all know, by now, or you should, that drawing One Direction has changed my life.
It started with an accidental Louis in 2012. I’d drawn this boy whom I thought looked really pretty in the light of this one particular picture. I’d tagged it Louis Tomlinson, because that, apparently, was his name.
I can’t remember where it happened first, here, or on Twitter, but I was asked to draw the rest of One Direction. All the while, I had been living under a metaphorical rock, because Who the fuck is One Direction?
Or rather, they were this band that I had not wanted to get to know because I was 25 and in no need of a boyband. Yet, almost because I felt bad, I looked into them. I went from Hm, their music is kinda cheerful to They are funny, charming and insane to Why is this interview only 20 minutes long?
Well, you get it, I was hooked. I drew the other lads and then this is us came out and I painted all five of them in one picture that did really, really well on Twitter. That kickstarted the crazy notion that I could give my art to the boys. So I started lobbying. I had just missed the concert they did for the Take Me Home Tour in Amsterdam, but soon after the Where We Are Tour was announced. So I planned, with almost-a-class-act, to go. We got tickets to a Wembley show, and I got tickets to Amsterdam as well.
What followed were months of social media lobbying. By then I had done a ton more art, and decided to bundle it together in an artbook. (More on that in part 2 of this story, too)
The idea was to give it to them on tour. This failed. But. Several 1D family members had started to follow me on Twitter. One of them was Louise, mum of guitarist Dan, who set out to help me get my artbook to the boys at Wembley. That was originally a dead end. The book got to Dan, and eventually to Liam’s mom Karen, but I never heard about it again (to the regret of all of us). Louise was lovely, though, and I’m proud to call her a friend.
At the same time, I’d been talking to someone in Zayn’s family, who had already offered to let me send her things. At this point I still thought I could get the art to the boys in person. So I thanked her and said I’d wait till after the tour.
After my tour disappointment, my big artbook was gone, I’d not met anyone, I sent her the above painting of Zayn and Perrie, along with some other, loose, prints. She said she would send them to Zayn in the mail, and I was thankful but didn’t really think much of it, because, after all, he was hardly even home, and he must get loads of things.
Not two weeks later, I get a message. I have something for you but I can only send it to you if you promise not to put it online. Okaaaay?
Bam. Picture. Of Zayn. And my art. She’d given it to him, in person. And there was my proof. And he loved it.
So I’ve had the above picture for months, not being able to share it with you all. Until today. Because something else happened. It’s even more exciting. That’s another part of the story that cyrilliart (with whom I met up in Amsterdam in December), will tell you more about….