I was never good at painting. The great turning point came when I had a block of wood and I carved a shape into the wood and put a small piece of timber into that space - like a negative - and so it made an endless column, only inward.

You can always find somebody to beat up. This goes back to the schoolyard. Most men would think, Don't chum with girls. But I chummed with girls.

What I made depended on what I found on the street. At least in the beginning, my materials came from the street.

I was hanging out and drinking as long as I could afford it, or as long as somebody else could afford it.

I mean, art for art's sake is ridiculous. Art is for the sake of one's needs.

I didn't like men because they were so physically competitive. Men are always making a pecking order. "I can beat you up and you can beat him up ..."

If you're any good as an artist, you have to be doing something nobody else has interest in. Nobody would be interested in my work except a few crazy people.