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Every time I come to New York I cry. I don’t cry a little, I cry a lot. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, who I’m with, if it’s hot or if it’s cold, thick snow or boiling humid, damp heat, I’m still going to cry.

Growing numbers of hobbyists are attempting to emulate the artist and capture the truths of the human body at life drawing classes

Back in the Nineties, I was accused of being a narcissist. Blindly myopic and self-obsessed. Thirty years later there is still no greater insult than to be called a narcissist in the cultural world. I’ve always used my life and myself as subject matter. I have never painted pictures, only…

All this week I wanted to buy a tree. Today would have been my day but instead I’m sitting in bed with little Teacup by my side. She keeps puddy pawing the pink fluffy blanket that half covers us both, her little striped paws kneading away, making me feel cosy…

As Tate Britain opens a retrospective – replete with cigarettes, marrows and fried eggs – the former YBA extols the importance of being idle

Today’s the most content I have felt for a long time, sitting on a comfortable chair listening to the rain come down, Teacup sitting next to me, all curled up, her little pretty face made sweeter with her dreaming smile.

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I received a message. It read,

Pauline Karpidas, who hosted Tracey Emin and Damien Hirst on her Greek island home, to sell hundreds of works at Sotheby’s