Making art, good art, is always a struggle. It can make you happy when you pull it off. There's no better feeling. It's beauteous. But it's always about hard work and inspiration and sweat and good ideas.

I can’t wait to get into a position to make really bad art and get away with it.

When I used to do abstract paintings at school, like everyone else, the tutor said these would make great curtains. I would always neglect the formal stuff that was going on by using colour, because colour kind of came naturally to me.

Art comes from everywhere. It's your response to your surroundings.

Being best is a false goal, you have to measure success on your own terms.

I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.

I just wanted to find out where the boundaries were. So far I've found there aren't any. I just wanted to be stopped, and no one will stop me.