When I Am Ill Or

I've Always Said If I Could Own One Piece It Would Be Vermeer's The Love Letter, And If I Could Put It Anywhere It Would Be In A David Chipperfield Building. I'm Almost There With The Building - Chipperfield Is Building A New House For Me In London. The Vermeer Is A Long Way Off.

My New Year's Eve Is Always 2 July, The Night Before My Birthday. That's The Night I Make My Resolutions. And This Year Scares The Life Out Of Me, Because No Matter How Successful, How Good Things Appear, There Is Always A Deep Core Of Failure Within Me, Although I Am Trying To Deal With It. My Biggest Fear, This Coming Year, Is That I Will Be Waking Up Alone. It Makes Me Wonder How Many Bodies Will Be Fished Out Of The Thames, How Many Decaying Corpses Will Be Found In One-room Flats. I'm Just Being Realistic.

There Are Things Going On In Galleries Recently That Have Shocked Me. What I'm Going To Say Is Really Controversial, But What I Find The Most Provocative Is The Commerciality Of Art In General. And The Fact That A Lot Of People Have Forgotten What The Meaning Of Art Is And What The Intention Behind It Is.

People Don't Remember. Revenge Is Sweet.

What Is Truth? Truth Doesn't Really Exist. Who Is Going To Judge Whether My Experience Of An Incident Is More Valid Than Yours? No One Can Be Trusted To Be The Judge Of That.