My show opened last week at The Saatchi Gallery. It's mainly about London (and the underbellies of other cities), and in one of the capital's most iconic institutions. Yet I don't live here anymore. I moved up north so I could be with my son full-time but equally I'd had it with trying to find the space I needed to work and live London.
There is a huge number of creative people that make important, thought-provoking art - on a shoestring, in the back of the pub, after their full-time job, you name it. But art market is competitive and with the advance of Internet - ever changing. We cannot allow creativity and art to become a pursuit solely for financially privileged.
Over recent years the likes of Cardiff, Bristol, Leeds, Manchester, as well as, London have all since some of their smaller music venues lost to time and the lack of an audience, but why? When the underground rock music scene is healthier than it has ever been, with even more great and unique bands coming up the ranks.
The mere act of creating, designing and putting something on paper is incredibly complex. You touch emotions, you practice fine motor skills, planning, imagination. Some amatuer artists produce incredibly accomplished pieces, but that's not the point really. Scribbles can and do have the same dignity and importance.
Banksy is one of the few people who have been able to popularly harmonise the terms 'graffiti' and 'artist' and his work is treasured around the world from the West Bank to Bristol. Yet Banksy's fame brings a headache to would-be art dealers and community leaders the world over: just who owns a Banksy?