The Wheel That Squeaks Gets

All The People In The Late '80s And Early '90s Were Really Hell-bent On Doing Something For Themselves, And They Wouldn't Take No For An Answer. There Was A Lot Of Determination, And I Was Definitely Part Of That Way Of Thinking.

I Like Poor Materials. I Couldn't See Myself Making A Bronze Sculpture - It's Not Me. I Like Neon, Because It's Moving Constantly And Like Drawing. The Chemicals Going Through The Neon Turns Me On Really - It's Sexy. I Like Fabrics, But One Of The Main Things With Objects Is That I Really Have To Love Them Before I Can Use Them. I Have To Have The Object Around Me A Long Time. The Little Chairs I Used In My Last White Cube Show Are Ones That My Dad Bought For Me. A Sort Of A Psychometry With Objects And Things. It's Like The Pieces I've Made Are My Things.

I've Been Slagged Off Completely By The Art World And I Don't Know Whether Fancy Being Slagged Off By The Literary World As Well. It's Just Too Much.

Most People Don't Do Something Seminal. I've Done It Twice: With My Tent And My Bed. Picasso Did It With Cubism.

If I Were Really, Truly In Love With Someone Who Was Truly In Love With Me, Then I Would Get Married, But That Would Be The Only Reason I'd Get Married.