Being An Artist Is A Job For

Given The Chance, I'll Die Like A Baby, On Some Faraway Beach, When The Season's Over.

Well, There Are Some Things That I Just Can't Get Out Of My Head, And They Start To Annoy Me After A While. Sometimes They're Of My Own Creation, As Well - And They're Just As Annoying. It's Not Only Other People's Ear Worms That Bug Me, It's My Own, As Well.

I Think Audiences Are Quite Comfortable Watching Something Coming Into Being.

Repetition Doesn't Really Exist

You Shoot Your Arrow And Then You Paint Your Bulls Eye Around It, And Therefore You Have Hit The Target Dead Centre.