I Don't Really Have A Career Plan.

Picasso, Michelangelo, Possibly, Might Be Verging On Genius, But I Don't Think A Painter Like Rembrandt Is A Genius.

When You've Just Done It, You're Not Sure. But When You've Sat With It For A Couple Of Hours And You Don't Want To Do Anything More To It, That's A Great Feeling. It Can Stand On Its Own Two Feet.

But The Answer To How To Live Is To Stop Thinking About It. And Just To Live. But You're Doing That Anyway. However You Intellectualise It, You Still Just Live.

Art Is The Closest You Can Get To Immortality, Though It's A Poor Substitute - You're Working For People Not Yet Born - And People Want It Because It Is Brilliant. It Ends Up In Museums Anyway; The Rich Have To Give It Back To The People, It's Their Only Option. There Are No Pockets In A Shroud.

I Always Feel Like The Art's There And I Just See It, So It's Not Really A Lot Of Work.