I Love The Magic Of The Studio.

It's Mostly Mars Bars And Peanuts And Cheese And You Go To The Fridge And There's Red Bull And Beer. It's Not Like People Are Holding Me Down And Pouring Beer In My Face.

There Were Some Extremely Good Teachers There That Were Great Artists Really In Their Own Right. It Was Actually Very Hard To Concentrate On Getting Down To Going Any Work Being An Art Student Especially When It's A Flighty Thing At Best.

It's A Bit Loose And The People In My Group Have Got Other Groups. They Don't Have To Have A Total Allegiance To Me. I Think That's Really A Bit Weird And Showing Some Weird Insecurity.

With My Daughter, Who At The Time Was One, My Domestic Life Needed To Take More Precedent And Really With My Own Self I Needed To Develop Quite A Bit More. So That Put Blur Down The List Of Priorities Quite A Lot By The Time I Came To Thinking About It.

I’m Constantly Embarrassed. I Fidget And Twist My Hair And Pull Weird Faces And Stutter. Some Days I Feel Quite Confident, Then Others There’s A Microscopic Flaw About Myself Physically, Which Will Make Me Embarrassed To Walk The Streets.