I Think I Understand Something About Space.

I Used To Empty The Studio Out And Throw Stuff Away. I Now Don't. There Will Be A Whole Series Of Dead Ends That A Year Or Two Down The Line I'll Come Back To

Being An Artist Is A Very Long Game. It Is Not A 10-year Game. I Hope I'll Be Around Making Art When I'm 80

Red, Of Course, Is The Colour Of The Interior Of Our Bodies. In A Way It's Inside Out, Red.

One Must Not Believe Any Of Those Mythologies About Oneself As An Artist

You Know That Day After Day Of, Oh God What Am I Going To Do With Myself Feeling? The Fear Of The Emptiness That It Implies Keeps Me Going