I feel physically ill if I don't make work, I don't create. I don't feel very good. I don't feel right, I feel wrong.

There are things going on in galleries recently that have shocked me. What I'm going to say is really controversial, but what I find the most provocative is the commerciality of art in general. And the fact that a lot of people have forgotten what the meaning of art is and what the intention behind it is.

They grew really quickly. One minute I didn't have any tits and the next I had the biggest tits in the world.

Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more.

My mum has never wanted me to have children. She thinks I would be destroying my life, even now.

I thought it would be my one and only exhibition so I decided to call it My Major Retrospective.

I have hardly any friends who aren't gay