People often ask me (in my dreams) 'Where do you get your ideas from?' Actually, that will be a question put to me when I'm a famous Artist being interviewed by Melvyn Bragg, who will live forever, I hope, because it may take forever for me to become A Famous Artist. Assuming I'll live forever, which seems unlikely...and undesirable, because it's our mortality which drives us to do anything, isn't it? How profound. Now I'll have a lie down. This collage started with Flower Woman, which lead to Mushroom Man, and finally Pupae Baby (is that a good name for a band? No, it's rubbish). It doesn't 'mean' or 'represent' anything, unless it ends up in Tate Modern, in which case there will be a small sign next to it saying:
'A surrealistic scenario reflecting the artist's bewilderment regarding procreation, the act of which results here in mutation, which in turn is a result of intercourse between bio-humans, themselves mutations created in a top secret laboratory.'