I first started squatting when I was 14 and carried on for the next 25 years. I saw a lot of violence and I saw people die from the drugs they were using. I woke up one day and the geezer next to me was dead, with the needle still in his arm. That’s the day I left. When I came to Providence Row I did the catering trainee scheme in the kitchen here and also go to the art group. I’ve been told I’m talented and have even sold a couple pieces recently. Both of these things help me to get out of my hostel room and start thinking about the future and all the things I could do. I never thought I’d be able to work in a kitchen, helping other people, or selling my own artwork but look at me now.