I'm not picky, quite honestly.

I avoid talking about the way I work. But in avoiding it I seem only to have encouraged people to focus their fantasies about me in an ever more fantastical way on the details that are not at all at the centre of the work.

I don't torture myself. And I do the work because of the pleasure involved. I'm satisfying a compulsion I find nigh-on irresistible. It's not necessarily because of the work itself. I just feel the need for a period of regeneration afterwards. Like leaving a field fallow when you've grazed too much on it. I feel depleted.

I don't know what impression you might have of the way I live. I live in a quiet place. I do not live as a hermit, though other people would prefer it if I did.

I suppose the place where I live is fairly remote, it would seem remote to some people.

I suppose it's a very highly developed form of denial, but some part of me completely denies that I'm a performer.

At a certain age it just became apparent to me that this was probably the work that I would have to do.