I Have A Very Strange Relationship In

I'm Hugely Self-critical In The Morning.

Some Are Exploring The World Through The Subconscious. I've Done That On Occasions For Various Reasons, Whether It Be Illness Or Self Abuse, Or Whatever. Once Things Start To Look Grotesque I Don't Write Them Or Sing Them. I Couldn't Write Them - Making Nightmares Into Living Daylight...the Minute It Gets Dark I Shoot Back, Retreat.

I Don't Really Care Who Collects My Work, Black, White, Red, Yellow. You Have To Also Be Consciously Aware Of, What Does This Mean In Your Home? And How Are You Supporting This Work And The Message Behind The Work?

I Don't Write Happy Songs. Who Does? I Don't Know Anybody Who Writes Happy Songs, Really.

I Have An Armchair Interest In Gardening, But I Don't Like To Get My Knees Dirty. I Don't Have A Garden.