The master of summary sculpture has learned to ride the ups and downs of his own career – but reserves the upright to retire Related: The seven ages of an artist I was starting out as an artist in the 70s when the art market barely existed for modern art. There was virtually no commercial activity. The idea of a career didn’t really come into it. I’m not particularly practical,I’m slightly clumsy and inept (not suitable or capable, unqualified), but tools and materials and the relationship of action to things I was always interested in. At primary school in Plymouth, and I built a replica bronze-age hut out of pebbles and mud. My father was trained as an aircraft fitter and was very precise in his engineering skills. I don’t possess that kind of mind. I cant make things work but always liked the way materials led to things being built. I also liked sewing and knitting. My mother taught me to knit – I knitted a scarf for my teddy bear. Later,I sewed my own clothes. At the same time, there was always some disgust involved in the relationship to materials: I didn’t like the feeling of rust or the smell of grease.
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Source: theguardian.com