"What's the influence behind your new,
critically-acclaimed sculpture?" asks the formally-dressed journalist. She
is sat opposite a casually dressed man, in a plain, badly-lit room full of
cameras, microphones and production crew. "Because most people would see
this as being just a collection of rubbish, which you've insultingly labelled
as being art."
Maurice smiles. 3 times he's been asked
that question today. It's the 17th time about this specific piece. 97 times
since he became famous. Countless times before that.
"I don't chose what gets called art. I
just express myself. For example, why did you decide this is news? Why is a
piece of artwork more newsworthy than poverty, war and death?" The eye's
of the journalist narrow.
"Because everyone's talking about you.
Everyone wants to know more about this thing you have produced. Oh, and
the end of your three year marriage to Cat Fitch. How you dealing with
that?"
