It's no good saying I wished I could go out more, because I can't. But I don't bother about it too much.
I went to art school actually when I was sixteen years old.
Britain is a very small country with a very large press.
I'm rather shocked by what I thought was simple mindedness actually. I thought they're not looking, they're not actually looking.
My only worry is the painting I'm doing. Nothing else.
I've finally figured out what's wrong with photography. It's a one-eyed man looking through a little 'ole. Now, how much reality can there be in that?