Born and raised in Norfolk, Bonnie was a strange child spending the majority of her days make believing, starting early her descent out of reality.

She had the immense good fortune of the local museum (Norwich castle) being host to one of the largest collections of taxidermy and fell in love at an early age with the glass cases and dusty borax smell.

She attended Norwich school of art and design, but found neither she nor the teachers had common ground and was cast out into the icy tundra of the Norwich streets.

Luckily fortune smiled on her in the form of a vision of the Virgin Mary casting a sleepy beacon of light to all the dying animals. Bonnie, refreshed by her muse, now crusades to immortalise the dead into one off things of beauty for those of us with one foot permanently stuck in the grave.