My language is what I use, and if I lost that, I wouldnt be able to say anything.
I'm very envious of the few artists who are any good and still do portraits.
I look at my pictures, and I think, 'Well, how did I do that?
I don't really have a historical overview of my work at all. I'm not an art historian. I don't see that there's this period and that period.
I find old copies of National Gallery catalogues, which are written in the dryest possible prose, infinitely soothing.
In England, it's thought to be morally suspect to worry about what your surroundings look like.