Art Is Like A Lover

Theres Different Kinds Of Love, And Id Never Experienced That Kind Of Totally Platonic Love. All The Love Ive Experienced Has Always Been A Kind Of Deal, And Now, As I Get Older, I Realise That Theres This Other Love Out There.

My Influences Were From Europe From Between 1900 And 1945. My Favorite Artists Were Egon Schiele Or Edvard Munch. I Wasn't Interested In Contemporary Art At All.

It Pleases Me That People Can Be Interactive

When I Think About Sex It Makes Me Realise How Alone I Feel.

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.