The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

I'm Not Trying To Find Another Thing That's Wrong With Me, But I'm Such A Nice Person, And I Have A Couple Of Drinks And I'm Really Good Fun And Then I'm Really Not Fun

When I Have An Exhibition, I Usually Arrange It So That If People Want To, They Can Spend Two Hours There. That Way, People Who Like It Don't Feel Cheated When They Go. I Want Them To Walk Into The Exhibition Space And Look Low And At Other Levels And Angles. The Same With Emotions. I Want Them To Be Emotionally Manipulated, To Come Out Feeling Something. I Want Them To Laugh, Smile, Feel Sad. Even If They Feel Angry, That's Okay.

My New Year's Eve Is Always 2 July, The Night Before My Birthday. That's The Night I Make My Resolutions. And This Year Scares The Life Out Of Me, Because No Matter How Successful, How Good Things Appear, There Is Always A Deep Core Of Failure Within Me, Although I Am Trying To Deal With It. My Biggest Fear, This Coming Year, Is That I Will Be Waking Up Alone. It Makes Me Wonder How Many Bodies Will Be Fished Out Of The Thames, How Many Decaying Corpses Will Be Found In One-room Flats. I'm Just Being Realistic.

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 Am Fiercely Independent And I Probably Wouldn't Be If It Wasn't For The Way In Which I Was Brought Up