When I Think About Sex It Makes

When It Comes To Words I Have A Uniqueness That I Find Almost Impossible In Art – And It's My Words That Actually Make My Art Quite Unique.

Criticism On My Works Is Like This: You've Worked Hard All Of Your Life, You Went To Oxford, And You've Done This And That, And You're An Art Critic. Your Job Is To Unravel The "secret" Or Whatever, And You Come Across An Entity Like Me. It's Going To Piss You Off. Because There's No Great Secret, What You See Is What You Get, And Anyone Can Understand What I'm Doing. So, It's Almost Like I Make This Critic-person Redundant, Just By My Attitude, And They Resent Me For That.

I'm A Terrible Cook, But If I Could Cook, I Would See That In Art As Well, It's How Much Creative Energy You Put Into Something.

The Soul Will Always Do What It Needs To Do.

I Don't Ask For An Apology Because It's Only Tomorrow's Fish-and-chip Paper.