I went to the flea market in the morning and charged tourists money to take pictures of me. I looked pretty wild, with hair down to my waist, Indian robes, a floor-length fur coat. There must be lots of photos of me out there.

You can't paint pictures of love. You can only imagine them. So I suppose I don't need a painting by another artist. I have enough of my own.

I can paint anything. Leonardo? Of course. But why? You couldn't sell it.

The trick is to paint a picture that doesn't exist, and yet that fits perfectly into an artist's body of work.

I lived on a houseboat in Amsterdam for a year. It was intense, and it's possible that I even had a few blackouts.

In a legal sense, I am a convicted criminal.

I went to the flea market in the morning and charged tourists money to take pictures of me. I looked pretty wild, with hair down to my waist, Indian robes, a floor-length fur coat. There must be lots of photos of me out there.