One interviewer asked me: 'How do you feel that you've betrayed your father?' That wasn't really very cool.

The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer's journey shifts the emphasis from process to product and lacks individuality and openness. It's not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed-out environments but it should seem alive.

Successful prime-time television of any genre produces some kind of emotional reaction in the viewers. There are a lot of different emotions to tap into. The emotion of the reward of discovery the feeling of righteous anger the feelings of pathos and sadness or sentimentality of being moved by something.