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Stuck on a pulp affection

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IT STARTED as a joke. A new flat, but no furniture and no money. I'll make it out of papier-mache, I told friends. It's only processed wood, and paper is the one thing I've ready and free access to.

Of course, I couldn't make a television so I scoured the small ads and that's how I met Christina Roe.

The only time I'd ever made anything with paper was when I was seven - a shocking pink piggy bank which consumed just three weeks' pocket money before being savagely dismembered. But entering Christina's Park Road flat early one Sunday to buy a second-hand TV was about to change that.

Christina was selling a spare set to create room for her classes, her papier-mache classes. Here was my mentor. No more pigs for me, no black leather couch, no rattan furniture. A modernist papier-mache table, Philippe Starck-esque paper chairs and, a few months down the line, a sculpted black male torso to stand in the corner of my small but oh-so-chic apartment.

Anything's possible in paper, I thought, and after visiting Christina's flat I now know it's true.

It's impossible to walk around without picking up vases, pointing to hanging 'baskets', feeling the texture of 'pottery' ornaments, 'wooden' frames, 'plaster' plaques.

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