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There should be something revelatory about art. It should be totally creative and open doors for new thoughts and experiences.
Thinking about the narcissism behind what I do — the self, self, self — and how difficult it is for me to really share things, even though I think I am sharing all the time.
The other day I hated my art so much I wanted to smash it, like you abuse a faithful lover.
I need art like I need God.
I wasn't a very happy child so it's quite difficult for me to say that, but one thing that I do realise is that growing up in Margate was fantastic — you could swim from May until September, you could sit on the beach. Whatever trouble you would get in, it wasn't as much as if you were in an urban city. Therefore teenage sex is quite high in that part of England. The landscape lends itself to it.
Eight out of ten Australian men are gay, so I could feel sexy without feeling threatened. And they don't have any art of their own, another bonus.
I made this very personal film about teenage girls. I never in a million years thought they would not be able to see it
I couldn't have sex with someone who didn't think was a good artist.
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