I plunder the skips of Oxford, and use my finds to create sculpture, graceful and dancing, or grumpy and grotesque. There are characters with swooping birds or leaping dogs, fat ugly characters playing tennis or standing scowling. My watercolours have been painted from the top of a Greek mountain to the middle of an Indian village. There I placate the gawping mob by handing out colour pencils and paper and compelling them to paint too, becoming instantly a teacher and not an interesting spectacle. I have painted Hyderabad from the palace of the Nizam, the snooty guard holding my paints because he heard that I was descended from Lord Elgin, whose portraits hangs in the palace. I have painted sitting right in the middle of the Champs Elysee, and from the traffic policeman's stand in Florence. I am a novelist and offer prints combining art and writing. And lastly there are pictures, glittering, transparent, golden, opaque using a secret technique of my own invention.
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