It Pleases Me That People Can Be

The Reason Why I'm Popular As An Artist In This Country Is Because It Suits The Psyche Of The Nation At This Time. Ten Years Ago, My Work Wouldn't Have Had Any Currency, Any Popularity At All. Before In This Country, You Had To Be Accepted. You Had To Be Part Of The Group. Now It's Probably More Trendy To Have A Problem.

The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

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.

All The Mistakes I've Ever Made In My Life Have Been When I've Been Drunk. I Haven't Made Hardly Any Mistakes Sober, Ever, Ever.

I've Got Over So Much. Mum Wouldn't Want Anything To Come Into My Life That Would Make Me Fragile Again