People Try Constantly To Use Me And

I Found That Life Has To Be Edited To Continue.

All The People In The Late '80s And Early '90s Were Really Hell-bent On Doing Something For Themselves, And They Wouldn't Take No For An Answer. There Was A Lot Of Determination, And I Was Definitely Part Of That Way Of Thinking.

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.

It's My Memory, And What Happened Between That Moment 10 Or 15 Years Ago And Now, There's A Lot Of Gray Area

I Don't Ask For An Apology Because It's Only Tomorrow's Fish-and-chip Paper.