I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall in a few Victorian parlours.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.
If I could have a special power in real life I'd love to fly.
I'd like to fly.
We weren't built to fly. We can do it, but we shouldn't be surprised if it feels a little unnatural.
My contemporary art collection began with just needing to put things on the wall. I was looking around my Victorian house thinking, 'What would be the coolest is contemporary art - it will make me look young and interesting.' I'm more than 80 percent skeptical of the whole thing.
I'd much rather have sat there and just been a fly on the wall, instead of having to smile at people. I'd rather have been a waitress. Just gone round and stared at people.
I used to have a list of things from my school buddies of what kind of art material they wanted. I'd go up to the West End of London and spend the whole day knocking stuff off.
Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.
My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon. They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.
On the good days, my mother would haul out the ukulele and we'd sit around the kitchen table - it was a cardboard table with a linoleum top - and sing.