The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

I Want To Spend My Life With Someone And Do Nice Things And Go On Adventures, Read Books And Have Nice Food And Celebrate Things. I Don't Want To Spend The Rest Of My Life In The Bedroom Like Some People Who Just Go To Bed And Never Get Out Again.

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.

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.

There Is No Comparison Between Him And Me; He Developed A Whole New Way Of Making Art And He's Clearly In A League Of His Own. It Would Be Like Making Comparisons With Warhol.

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.