I realized that the only possible response was to go to my wonderful local café, Maison Bertaux, check everyone was well, eat a little cake and then make art. To me, making art, and in particular public art, is always an assertion of our humanity and our strength.

It is in the nature of truth not to be at fault.

Why settle for the art world when you can have the whole world?

This is the way the world really ends: not with whimper but a desperate chuckle.

Revolutions have always started in cafés.

How rare that an artist should make something which forces us to think, and encourages us to stop and think, to question why we behave the way we do.

Writing adds up to the conscience of our times.