I've been painting since I could hold a brush in my hands. Like Giotto, one day the town's grandees came up to me and asked me to draw something. I did, and became what one would call a professional artist. Illustration, graphic novels, portraiture, abstract...I did the lot, at different times. Then one day most of my work was stolen from the boot of the car. My muse was stolen with it - I was devastated. I didn't paint properly for quite a few years after that. Then David Bowie died and sent me back my muse. Thank you David...I wish you hadn't left us, but here are my paintings, more urgent than ever.