The pieces were made from stuff I found in the street. I got hold of a big chunk of tar and cooked it up in the kitchen. I found bits of glass then collected a load of sticks from rockets after New Years, their fireworks night. I'd watched it from the roof of a warehouse thanks to Wolfgang, the friend of Tony's who'd got me the flat. Thousands of rockets going to and fro over the wall. It was amazing.

I lived in the Bermuda triangle in Kreuzberg, a walk away from Check Point Charlie. There were three bars roughly forming a triangle and between them it was 24 hour drinking. Next to my building there was a bar called 'Delerium'. It was blacked out so it was always two in the morning in there. My first night I went in. The carpets tried to keep hold of my shoes, as I stood at the bar the man next to me fell off his stool, he lay on the floor for a few minutes then got unsteadily to his feet, wobbled back on the stool and shouted 'Bier, bitte'. I just thought  'I am home'.

Jeanette had given me a small, two foot high enlarger, very old and rusted, but workable. I was printing my own stuff on a sheet of plastic using a sponge as I had no baths. I was also making sort of drawings on the wall as shown on the previous page

I'll add more stories as I go along.

Kate and Graham Constable were doing a fellowship in Warsaw and invited me to come and do a show there. After a lot of hassle getting the visa, 'It will take six weeks unless we fast track it, which will cost more, but you would have it in two weeks.' 'How about tomorrow?' 'Certainly Sir, that will be forty pounds sterling.' Or whatever it was.

I set off with no real idea of what I was going to do and with a large role of cotton canvas.