Damien HirstPerceptions Of The Incontrovertible Nothingness
I had a totally fucking weird four years during which I lost my mind, doing lots of drugs and drink and not thinking about art in the conventional sense at all. What I've done though is, I've redefined this time as a kind of spiritual preparation for my new stuff, which is even more full-on and sorted. There's a swimming pool full of jelly into which I've dropped some chairs, an arrangement of deodorised binbags, some cutlery taped to a wall and this - a giant Noddy eggcup! Elton John wants to buy it but he'll have to outbid Jamie Oliver. Cheers, yeah?