I wouldn't mind people saying, "You can't do this because this isn't enough."

I wish I had met [Francesca] Woodman forty years ago. It would have been great to live with her for a year. She didn't save anything. She played the camera like a new guitar. She murdered herself out taking pictures.

It would be strange for me to think I'm being ripped off, because that's what I do!

I didn't like hovering above myself and looking back, or going through a door and thinking, How many times did I just go through that door? How do I get back? You know, that's not for me.

I wouldn't mind people saying, "You can't do this because this isn't enough."

A lot of it's experimental, spontaneous. It's about knocking about in the studio and bumping into things.

The problem with art is, it's not like the game of golf where you put the ball in the hole. There's no umpire; there's no judge. There are no rules. It's one of its problems. But it's also one of the great things about art. It becomes a question of what lasts.