There Is Nothing Difficult About

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.

The Words Went Round And Round And Round In My Mind And My Body, Until I Knew They Were No Longer My Words But Something That Had Been Carved Into My Heart. And Now My Soul Was Crying.

When I Have An Exhibition, I Usually Arrange It So That If People Want To, They Can Spend Two Hours There. That Way, People Who Like It Don't Feel Cheated When They Go. I Want Them To Walk Into The Exhibition Space And Look Low And At Other Levels And Angles. The Same With Emotions. I Want Them To Be Emotionally Manipulated, To Come Out Feeling Something. I Want Them To Laugh, Smile, Feel Sad. Even If They Feel Angry, That's Okay.

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.

Have You Ever Longed For Someone So Much, So Deeply That You Thought You Would Die? That Your Heart Would Just Stop Beating? I Am Longing Now, But For Whom I Don't Know. My Whole Body Craves To Be Held. I Am Desperate To Love And Be Loved. I Want My Mind To Float Into Another's. I Want To Be Set Free From Despair By The Love I Feel For Another. I Want To Be Physically Part Of Someone Else. I Want To Be Joined. I Want To Be Open And Free To Explore Every Part Of Them, As Though I Were Exploring Myself.