I don't understand people who have sex with their dog in the room.
Building your own home is about desire, fantasy. But it's achievable; anyone can do it.
Every decently-made object, from a house to a lamp post to a bridge, spoon or egg cup, is not just a piece of 'stuff' but a physical embodiment of human energy, testimony to the magical ability of our species to take raw materials and turn them into things of use, value and beauty.
Building your own house is a primal urge, one of those universal genetic drives like the need to provide for your family.
Sustainability is now a big baggy sack in which people throw all kinds of old ideas, hot air and dodgy activities in order to be able to greenwash their products and feel good.
The greatest architectural illusion is not Baroque fancy or Victorian flamboyant, but minimalism.
I don't look at what people do with their homes in terms of money, but the social and personal value of what they're trying to do and achieve.
Talk to Arto Lindsay and I'm sure he's tired of people asking him about DNA; he's probably really into what he's doing now, which is good stuff. I guess I probably feel like that. But I'm obviously not comparing myself to someone as iconic as that.
X-Men is massive, like nothing I've ever experienced. But great in its own way.
Art is challenging and frustrating but I don't linger in it. I work on five paintings at a time so if I'm frustrated I put one down and begin another.
Just as the body cannot exist without blood, so the soul needs the matchless and pure strength of faith.