I have never subscribed to the Dirty Pallet school of painting.

I tried to learn the violin for a while.

You could always go on changing things but there comes a time when you have to decide to stop.

I've had to do all kinds of jobs to pay the rent. I've even worked in a Cornish tin mine.

Painting is seen as picture making, the making of an art object, something that can stand on its own.

As a kid I quite fancied the romantic, Bohemian idea of being an artist. I expect I thought I could escape from the difficulties of maths and spelling. Maybe I thought I would avoid the judgement of the establishment.

When I look at some of my old work, the pieces I find most interesting are the ones with people in them.