My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.
I'm a lad of the '60s. I started a magazine to try and end the Vietnam war...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
