I Know People Went To Laugh At

When It Comes To Words I Have A Uniqueness That I Find Almost Impossible In Art – And It's My Words That Actually Make My Art Quite Unique.

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.

I Know People Went To Laugh At My Bed And To Jeer At It. Still, At Least They Actually Went To See It.

Being An Artist And Having To Be Responsible For The Art That You Make Is Really Quite Challenging, And As You Get Older It Becomes More And More Difficult.

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.