What's in a name?

Can you guess which letter is the odd one out?

In the vast space of a large space Factory Studios there's an artwork up on the ceiling which is of a list of artists local to the area. Amongst the likes of Bruce Lacey, Colin Self, Rupert Mallin, Bridget Heriz there is my name, but it's spelt wrong.

Who am I?

A trick question because I already know.

Over the years in the depths of East Anglia I've met alot of people. Found something that connects them to the deepest depths of our history, through the present and onto the future. Grassroots culture is alive and well. Its still doing what it's good at in celebrating life. Cultural practices that some had thought had long disappeared still exist. Somewhere, out there, other people will be doing this somewhere else for love of it. Everyone has a story to tell and a view point that needs presenting.