I dropped out of the Slade School of Fine Art in 1995 after just a year there. I knew I would on my first day.
It wasn’t my first time dropping out. The previous year, I’d turned down ‘normal’ subjects to study art.
My anxious parents had desperately tried to persuade me not to, spending long hours detailing the difficulties of life as an artist – money, essentially. They cared about me and thought it
