I tried to learn the violin for a while.
I have never subscribed to the Dirty Pallet school of painting.
I've had to do all kinds of jobs to pay the rent. I've even worked in a Cornish tin mine.
You could always go on changing things but there comes a time when you have to decide to stop.
Painting is seen as picture making, the making of an art object, something that can stand on its own.
When I look at some of my old work, the pieces I find most interesting are the ones with people in them.
I think most people see drawing as subservient to the subject, a sort of meditation, a studying, a searching observation, in my case, for its own sake.
I have to experiment with methods and I'm trying to find an authentic way of making an equivalent of the living, breathing person within the limits of a single picture.
I had been living with dialysis for three years or so, and the new kidney felt like a reprieve, a new gift of life. I felt alive again and I guess that has had an effect on my use of colour.
As a kid I quite fancied the romantic, Bohemian idea of being an artist. I expect I thought I could escape from the difficulties of maths and spelling. Maybe I thought I would avoid the judgement of the establishment.