My apartment
is very spartan. I like to feel uncluttered and focused. I have the
corridor, which is something of a communal area, and then I have my
own room, which is where the kitchen, toilet and bathroom are. loacted.
Patricia and her mother also live in the room, so it can be a bit of
a squeeze, but as long as I have space inside my head, I can work fine.
I am an artist, after all.
Last year
the builders were in, demolishing the walls and smashing the windows,
but even then I found that my inner calm gave me the peace necessary
to get my work done. Builders are scum.
I carry
my laptop everwhere. If I leave it at home, it will get stolen. Last
year I was mugged in the kitchen by the editorial staff of the Guardian.
They said it was for my own good.