I Had To Come To Terms With

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.

I've Been Slagged Off Completely By The Art World And I Don't Know Whether Fancy Being Slagged Off By The Literary World As Well. It's Just Too Much.

They Grew Really Quickly. One Minute I Didn't Have Any Tits And The Next I Had The Biggest Tits In The World.

My Influences Were From Europe From Between 1900 And 1945. My Favorite Artists Were Egon Schiele Or Edvard Munch. I Wasn't Interested In Contemporary Art At All.

I Want To Spend My Life With Someone And Do Nice Things And Go On Adventures, Read Books And Have Nice Food And Celebrate Things. I Don't Want To Spend The Rest Of My Life In The Bedroom Like Some People Who Just Go To Bed And Never Get Out Again.