I Thought It Would Be My One

When I Think About Sex It Makes Me Realise How Alone I Feel.

Strolling On The Plateau Of Life, Desperate For The Mountain, I Never Thought That I Would Get This Far. It's Only Art That Has Carried Me Through, Given Me Faith In My Own Existence. But Now I Am Approaching A Point In My Life Where I Desire More.

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.

I Feel Physically Ill If I Don't Make Work, I Don't Create. I Don't Feel Very Good. I Don't Feel Right, I Feel Wrong.

I'm A Terrible Cook, But If I Could Cook, I Would See That In Art As Well, It's How Much Creative Energy You Put Into Something.