The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had

I Just Wanted To Be An Ordinary, Middle-class Person. When I Was At Cambridge I Made Great Efforts To Lose The Last Remnants Of My Cockney Accent.

Sometimes The Silences, The Gaps, Tell Us More Than Anything Else.

I Saw A Ghost Once, About 20 Years Ago. It Took The Form Of Someone Coming Out Of A Sleeping Body And Sitting At The Foot Of The Bed.

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'

It's Only Recently That We've Discovered That The Artist's Inner Self Is Somehow More Important Than The Public World. I'm Happier To Create Exterior Pieces For The World Rather Than To Express Something I Deeply Feel Or Wish To Say.