Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady. The tresses of her hair reached out to make the constellations, and the dewy vapours of her gown fell soft upon the land.

Today she is the lady of death, which I believe is the best muse to have.

Once I fell out of a tree and was hit by a motorbike. I still have the scar on my head now.

Having designed and built several clocks during my career it suddenly occurred to me that when you look at the face of a clock both hands have the same center.

When the Rocawear team reached out and wanted to make me the face of La Belle Roc, I was super excited!

I think most artists find it difficult to part with their work but it's the parting that keeps us alive and keeps us working. In the case of the chariot, although it's been sold I actually still have it, just in another form.